Page 88 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“How long do you plan to ignore me on my birthday?” His soft lips pressed against my neck. Every nerve ending in my body tingled.

“Thought you wanted to mingle.”

“With you next to me, yeah.”

Rocco intertwined our fingers and led me across the dance floor onto the stage. He whispered something to the DJ.

The music stopped.

Rocco grabbed the mic. “Is everyone having a good time?”

“Yeah,” they shouted, pumping their fists in the air.

He smiled. “Good. Ladies, you can enjoy yourself with any guy here. But I’m off limits.”

Meg and her girls lining the front of the stage, hugged each other and stared stupidly at Rocco. They were still in fucking denial.

“I’ve been off the market for months now, but several of you ladies keep disrespecting my woman. Some tug at my belt. Other chicks straight up ask for it.”

My skin heated again. This time not in a warm and fuzzy kind of way. I wanted to kill them. The fake smile didn’t reach my eyes.

“The bullshit ends now. Or Ryah and my cousin will pay you a visit. If you don’t believe me, ask Emily.”

Meg and her friends’ mouths dropped open. I winked at them and held my head high.

Rocco pulled my body against his muscled chest and held me under his intense stare. “I only love one woman. And that’s this princess right here.”

His lips swept mine and my body shook in his arms. Waves of heat struck me as I fisted his hair.

“Yes, Ryah!” my friends shouted.

He freed my lips and smacked my ass.

Rocco brought the mic back to his lips. “Let the party continue,” he yelled.

His favorite song vibrated our bodies. The entire crowd went crazy.

“Dance with me.”

He didn’t wait for my response. Rocco tugged my hand and led me to the middle of the dance floor.

“You don’t dance.”

“I do for you. The thought of another guy's hands all over my woman...”

I swallowed hard under his dark gaze.

Shit.

“...It infuriates me. Dance, baby.”

He gripped my waist and circled his cock against my tummy.

What... in... the fuck?

God, he was so hot. I still couldn’t believe Rocco was my boyfriend. It didn’t feel real sometimes. Wandering eyes burned into my skin. He leaned down until our foreheads touched.

“Tonight, you’ll pay for that dance you shared with Bosco.”

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