Page 17 of Heartless Mafia Prince

A wide grin fell across my high cheek bones as we tapped our cups.

“They’re lining up ladies.” I smirked at one of the basketball jocks from our school, winking at us.

“Guess none of the guys care I just broke up with their buddy.”

Yareli glanced around the large kitchen. “Is Drew here?”

“Doubt it. His ego is probably still bruised after Rocco smashed his face in.”

“Rocco did a number on him. His eye was darn near sealed shut,” Faith said.

“No one fucks with Ryah on his watch,” Genevieve laughed.

“Girls, I’ll be back?”

Faith grabbed my arm. “Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom. Be right back.”

“Ok.”

They crowded together, making eyes at the hot guys across the room as I walked away.

I swayed side-to-side up the wide spiral staircase, bypassing couples making out. Guess the rooms were filled upstairs.

My heart leapt in my chest the second I reached the top of the landing. Swallowing past what felt like a wad of gum, I pushed each door ajar and peeked inside until I found the right room.

I stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind me. Standing in the shadows, I gulped the whiskey. The brown liquid burned my throat en route to the pit of my stomach. Left me feeling warm and fuzzy inside. A lamp on the opposite side of the room showcased their bodies.

The smell of sex and rich perfume attacked my senses.

Balling one fist at my side, I continued on.

“Yes, Rocco, don’t stop,” Emily moaned. Her body bounced up and down with each thrust he delivered.

I became enthralled with the way he fucked her. He pounded into her like a machine. A flush of heat washed over my skin. The urge to rip her hair out of her scalp tingled in my fingertips.

One of Rocco’s arms braced the wall, and the other held one of her legs loosely around his waist. His beanie peeked out of his back pocket. They were fully clothed. Eyes closed and lips parted, she appeared to be in total bliss.

“This is what you wanted, right? You wouldn’t take no for a fucking answer,” he gritted out.

“Shut up, Rocco. And fuck me harder.”

He didn’t want to fuck her? Why?

My heart raced like it was trying to flee my body. I was a strong-willed young woman. Even this bold move was new for me.

Emily’s eyes popped open. “Ryah, what the fuck are you doing here?”

Rocco’s wide eyes met mine and his rhythm slowed.

I fell against the wall beside them. “Don’t stop on my account,” I offered, with a flirtatious smirk.

Bringing the cup to my lips, I held his gaze.

“Rocco, fuck her harder and say my name.”

My tongue slid across my lower lip.

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