Page 62 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“You told my nosy ass cousin our business?”

His perfect thick dark curls danced over his shoulders as he stared up into my eyes.

Don’t get stupid for the sexy as sin boy.

His gorgeous blue eyes made my pussy wet as a river.

Please tell me my stare was blank, and I wasn’t looking at him with goo-goo eyes?

“I can tell her whatever I want. It’s my business,” I bit out, through gritted teeth.

“Release me, Rocco.”

His eyes turned electric blue.

A wild smile struck Josh’s lips from the row of seats behind us.

“Let me see if I remember your words correctly. I ain’t ever eating pussy.” His crazy chuckles lit the air.

“Josh, I remember what I said.”

Margo sat beside us, tossing popcorn into her mouth. She watched our interactions like we were a damn TV drama.

My fingers dug into his jean clad thighs. “Rocco, we have a small window of time tonight, remember?”

“Of course, I remember.” He kissed my chin, then locked our gazes again.

“Josh, Ryah is my princess. One day, she’ll become my queen.”

I felt like my heart would bust out of my chest. My lips parted.

“I’ll serve her in every way I please. That damn sure includes eating her pussy.”

Did I just come in my panties?

“I think we know I’m not above killing a man for her.”

Josh and Margo laughed.

“That’s obvious. I had no idea you were obsessed with Ryah,” she taunted.

“No one knew. Not even her.” Rocco released my arms.

His lips took mine. I slid against his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. Not sure my heart would ever return to a normal beating pattern. I pulled my lips away reluctantly. My hand landed on the large muscle in his chest. His pumping heart thudded my hand. My Rocco was nervous, just like me. In that moment, I fell in love with him. There wasn’t a chance I’d tell him anytime soon.

“I’m starting the movie,” Josh stated.

“You’re in love with me,” he whispered. The creeper read my mind.

I felt my cheeks heat. Hopping out of his lap, I scooped up the bowl of popcorn.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Rocco growled.

“To a chair,” I roared.

“We just shared a very important moment and you think you’re sitting anywhere other than on my lap? Sit your pretty ass back down,” he ordered.

I turned my attention to the big screen TV so Rocco couldn’t read any more of my facial expressions. Instead of his lap, I sat between him and Margo.

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