Page 155 of Heartless Mafia Prince

Holding her hand over her lips, she bit back a smile. “What do you think?”

I nodded. “They’re all right. They taste sweet. Reminds me of a green bean, but crunchy.”

She giggled. “Now you’ve tried something new.”

I’m ready to try you. Been ready.

“I’d like to taste something you’ve cooked. Next time you work, prepare something for me.”

“I don’t know, Luciano.”

“I’m sure whatever you cook I’ll love it.”

Her eyes dipped lower. I think they fell on my lips.

“Ok. I better get silverware folded and clean off these tables.”

“I’m done eating. Bring the silverware over.” I rose to my feet. “I’ll help you fold them after I put the chairs on the tables.”

“Luciano, I manage every night without anyone’s help.”

Stepping closer, I stared into her eyes.

“I said I’d help.”

We were alone in the dining area. The sound of pots and pans banged around in the kitchen.

I lowered my lips over hers. My tongue swept hers as my fingers caressed her lower back. Melanie moaned as her tongue tangled with mine. Damn, she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. Her palms pressed against my chest. She shoved me back and shook her head.

“What are we doing?” Melanie gripped her head.

“My father will lose his shit if I entertain seeing you. We can’t, Luciano.”

I flashed a wicked smile and walked over to a four-top table, flipped the chairs upside down, and placed them on the tables.

She was right to say she couldn’t see me. But it was too late. After tasting those lips, I had to have her. Dear old Dad would have to learn to tolerate me, because I wasn’t going anywhere.

I returned to the table and sat across from her. Melanie stared at me. I grabbed silverware out of the tub, resting next to her. She slid a napkin toward me.

“Follow my lead.”

I watched her fold two napkin sets.

“All right, I got it.”

A small smile tugged at the ends of her lips. Melanie quickly realized she couldn’t get rid of me. We folded the silverware in silence. The way she moaned during our kiss; I knew she didn’t want to leave me alone.

She was focused on pleasing her father. Melanie was an adult. This was her life. She had to make her own decisions.

I grabbed the tub of silverware. “Where do you want it?”

“Luciano, I got it. My Dad’s in the kitchen. He’ll come out soon and ensure the doors are locked.” Her eyes dropped to the table again. “I don’t want him to get upset.”

“Ok.” I stood and leaned over her, taking her lips for the second time.

Once again, she didn’t reject my kiss. “I’ll have one of my guys follow you home.”

“Luciano-”

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