Page 159 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“I enjoy your company, too. But you aren’t the kind of guy I’d normally date.”

I opened my mouth to protest.

“Wait, just listen. I had a crush on you for years.”

My heart pounded in my chest. She had a crush on me?

“You were much older than me. There wasn’t a chance we’d ever get together. I made the decision to stop thinking about you. So, I moved on. Dated other guys who were sweet and thoughtful.”

“I get it. You like to play it safe. Date men who can barely find your pussy hole.”

Her jaw slacked. “Luciano, I like a guy who’s easy to be around.”

“And I’m not?”

“You are. I don’t know how to explain it. I love seeing you almost every day. But I can’t help to think about the other women you probably have all over the city. I’d be just another woman you’re dating.”

She was right, I did. Until I set my sights on her. They were frivolous flings, anyway. Melanie was a woman I could build a life with.

Luciano, you can’t build a life with Melanie. You’re getting married.

“Each time I kissed those soft lips, you forced yourself to pull away.”

Her eyes fell on her salad. “You’re a good kisser, but that doesn’t matter. Stop trying to pursue me.”

It was time to change the subject. “Melanie, that red dress looks beautiful against your gorgeous brown skin.”

“Thanks.”

The server returned and refreshed our drinks. Melanie ordered salmon, green beans, and scallops.

“I want you to be my woman, Melanie.”

“You’re crazy. I just told you I won’t be with you.”

I leaned in and caressed her hand. “How do you feel about me making you come?”

She visibly swallowed. “I-I don’t want that.” Melanie yanked her hand away.

“I will lick every inch of that beautiful body. Once I’m done, you’ll be mine. I’m not interested in any other woman, Melanie. Just you.”

She focused on the view instead of my promise to her.

“How was class today?” I needed to distract her. She became so tense about me making her mine.

Her face lit up. “It was so much fun.”

I let her ramble on about school for the rest of the evening.

Later that night, we sat in front of her house for thirty minutes, kissing. I didn’t cross the line once. No fingers in her pussy. I kept it PG-13.

By our third date, Melanie had relaxed. There was less talk about us not being together. Recently, one of our long kissing sessions turned into Melanie dry humping me in the back seat of a limo. Again, I behaved.

After dinner, I took her to my penthouse condo. I lied and told her we wouldn’t be there long.

She roamed around the massive space, then out onto the rooftop deck.

“The view of the night sky is incredible,” she shouted.

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