Page 18 of Heartless Mafia Prince

His blue eyes hooded. “Ryah.”

“You’re sick,” Emily shouted.

She and I were so close, our arms almost touched.

I dipped two fingers into the cup, drenching them with whiskey.

“Say my name again, Rocco.”

“Ryah.”

I placed my whiskey covered fingers between his lips. He sucked on them until I lost my shit.

Tossing the cup aside, I slammed my lips against his.

His hungry lips chased mine.

“Get out, Ryah,” Emily roared.

My fingers traced along his sweaty face. “Come for me, Rocco.”

Emily snatched Rocco’s jaw. “You’re fucking me, not her.”

Her face contorted. “Leave us alone.”

I slapped my hand over her mouth.

“Rocco, come.”

His beautiful face twisted. “Shit, Ryah, I’m coming.”

My lips fell upon his for the last time.

I removed my hand from Emily’s mouth. “Hope you enjoyed his dick. Because you’ll never fuck him again.”

There wasn’t a chance I could peek at Rocco before leaving. Instead, I staggered out of the room.

“Ryah,” he yelled, at the top of his lungs.

His deep voice rattled my insides.

I sobered up momentarily and strutted down the steps. People stared and whispered.

I heard Rocco call my name again and again over the music before I tore out the door. Never looking back, I climbed into the backseat of the Escalade.

“Smitty, drive.” He peeled rubber as he left the curb.

“Did Rocco hurt you?” His intense gaze met mine in the rearview mirror.

“No, I kissed him.” I palmed my face.

“What was I thinking?”

“It’s probably not that bad, Ryah.”

My cell buzzed. I reached inside my purse and stared at Rocco’s name on the screen.

The second the phone stopped ringing, it vibrated.

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