Page 39 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“Rocco?”

I glanced at her. “Yeah?”

“On second thought, I won’t wait for her to cozy up to you. I’ll fuck her ass up Monday. You know, drive my message home.” Ryah adjusted the ear protectors and grinned before grabbing her Glock.

Had a feeling she’d change her mind.

An hour later, I stretched my arm along the top of the sofa. Ryah pulled her legs under her and cozied into my side. We watched my new favorite movie, Drive, starring Ryan Gosling. The movie wasn’t on DVD yet. We had access to tons of stuff that wasn’t on the market.

“Coming down,” Luciano announced, descending the stairs thirty minutes into the movie.

“Ryah, everything good down here?”

He stood behind the kitchen counter, nursing a glass of whiskey.

The low lights shined on his face. He wore a menacing scowl.

She grinned at him. “Yes, dad everything is fine. I’m still a virgin.”

I peered down at her; mouth agape.

“What? That’s why he came down to see if you deflowered me. I never have company here. Only at my mothers. So, this is a first.”

“She’s right. I wanted to make sure you kept your word.”

I glared at him. “Ryah said she wasn’t ready. And I respect her wishes.”

His fingers slipped through his hair, and he sighed.

“Honey, I’m proud of you. Be careful around this one. He’s craftier than your past boyfriends. Rocco has a slick tongue like his old man.”

“Goodnight, daddy. I love you.”

“Love you, too, sweetheart.” He disappeared up the steps.

Ryah rubbed my chest and nuzzled her nose in the crook of my neck. “He’s right. I do have to watch out for you.”

My cock jerked in my jeans.

This was the first time a girl wasn’t begging me to fuck her. Ryah was the girl I fantasized about. She was worth the wait.

***P***

Hugging my pillow midday, I reached for the remote and flipped on the TV. The events that took place this morning came rushing back. Luciano insisted I stay for breakfast.

Ryah and I took turns in the bathroom freshening up, before dragging ourselves up the steps and into the kitchen. The second she opened the door, bacon, eggs, and sausage wafted through the air.

“Good morning, Ryah and Rocco.” Martha smiled brightly as she placed a platter of pancakes on the granite countertop.

Luciano and his wife, the ice queen, greeted us also.

“Good morning,” Ryah chirped.

I’ve never seen her so happy in the morning. Bet my hand plastered in her panties all night played apart. Every time she circled her ass against my cock, I glided my fingers over her swollen nub until she came over and over again. Her moans and her shuddering body were my fuel. Risking blue balls was worth it.

I greeted everyone cheerfully. My hand hovered over Ryah’s hip as we walked to our seats beside Luciano and Rosetta.

I met Luciano’s sinister gaze. He clenched his fist so tight, I thought his knuckles would rip through his skin.

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