Page 82 of Heartless Mafia Prince

She returned with two drinks. “Here you are.” Ryah sat in the corner of the sofa.

I placed the empty glass on the coffee table and sipped out of the new one.

“If another girl challenged you like I’ve done over the years, you’d be chasing her, too.”

Gripping her thigh, I inched closer. “You think if I met another woman down the line and she gave me all the lip you do, that I’d want her?”

“Yes.”

My heart was about to beat out of my chest.

“I can tell you that’s total bullshit. Baby, I don’t mind taking shit from you. You’re the spitfire I want. And it’s ok to be vulnerable, too. I won’t stop loving you because you soften your heart a little.”

Ryah twisted her pretty lips. “I’m not sure I believe that.”

She brought her glass between us and sipped.

“Earlier this month, you admitted again you were ready for me to fuck you bat shit crazy.” I gulped the liquor, and it burned en route to my stomach.

“Yeah, you told me we would, then we didn’t.”

“Ryah, I want you to understand I can wait.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Yes, I see you have strong will power.”

My lips rested against the brim of the glass. I sipped the drink, then placed it on the table. “Let me make myself clear. We don’t fuck other people. Ever.” The Scotch was catching up with me.

She flashed a seductive smile. “Rocco, I’ve waited months for this day to arrive.”

Ryah tossed the rest of the contents in her glass to the back of her throat and sat it next to mine.

Her fingers crept along my muscled arms as she planted warm kisses along my jawline. “Rocco, like I said before I’m ready.” Her warm breath fanned my cheek.

“Make me come,” she moaned.

My hands disappeared under her dress, and I yanked her panties down her thighs.

She wasn’t just any girl. Ryah was the girl. The one I’d always wanted to be mine. And now she belonged to me.

Her lips found mine. “Rocco, I’m scared.” I could feel her heart beating in her chest. Ryah was as nervous as me.

I swept a golden-brown lock of hair behind her ear. “Me, too.”

“Seriously, Rocco?”

“So fucking serious.”

She smiled against my lips. “That’s one of the sexiest things you’ve ever said to me.”

I grabbed the base of my white t-shirt and pulled it over my head.

“Play some music.”

I slipped my phone out of my pocket and played one of her favorite songs.

“I love this one.”

She jabbed her fists in the air as she swayed her hips to the beat.

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