Page 96 of Heartless Mafia Prince

Ryah continued brushing.

“Are you taking a shower with me?”

Her eyes grew the size of saucers. She leaned over and rinsed out her mouth. “No, you’re not knocking my head against the tiles.”

I stood behind her, wrapping her in my arms. Ryah melted against my chest and rested her hands on mine. “Baby...”

I pulled her curls back and slid my tongue along the top of her ear as I stared at her in the mirror. “I’m not a beast all the time. I can fuck you slow.”

“What happened to you being able to wait to have sex?” She arched a brow.

“Baby, you’ve got it all wrong. That was before I plowed into your mind-blowing pussy.”

Ryah smirked. “We had sex a good ten times last weekend. Surely those moments would hold you until we could do it again.”

“Ryah, if it were up to me, we’d live together. I’d need it at least once a day.”

Her brows rustled together. “Really?”

I slipped my nose down the side of her neck. “Really.”

Her eyes closed. “Rocco, every night I dreamed about the many times I came.” She bit the corner of her lip that wasn’t swollen.

“If you love me, you’ll wait until my face clears up.”

I straightened my back. “I knew it, Ryah. You think I have a problem with your face all scratched up. I’m not a shallow guy. I know how beautiful my woman is inside and out.”

Her face lit up. “That’s sweet, Rocco.”

My fingers caressed her stomach.

“Rocco, out. I need to use the bathroom.”

I blew out a breath. “Yup.”

***P***

Ryah stared out the window of the Bugatti as I drove en route to the arcade. Her hand was planted on my thigh. We didn’t have sex before we left the castle. Only because Ryah thought she had to look perfect all the time. She covered the scars with makeup.

My eyes roved her jean-clad legs. Let’s try this again. “I want to feel my woman’s tight walls squeeze my cock. I don’t care about the scars, Ryah. My family will be away this evening. Chill with me after the arcade.”

She glanced at me briefly. “Can you take me home around eight? My dad will probably return home to Rosetta by then.”

Ryah moved her hand to my arm. “If you’re telling the truth and my scars don’t bother you then yes. I want it. I crave it.” Her eyes were glued to the armrest.

“What’s on your mind, Ryah?”

“Meg said she had you in the past and will fuck you before the weekend is over.”

She’d thrown her pussy at me too many times to count. So what, I fucked her a few times. Didn’t mean I’d fuck her again. Meg was just one of many chicks who wouldn’t leave me alone.

I sighed, then caressed Ryah’s neck. “Baby, I’m sorry the chicks from my past are making our life hell. I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it. There’s no way I would’ve made you my woman if I wasn’t ready to be with you. Ryah, if you don’t want to have sex tonight, we don’t have to.”

That last sentence left a bitter taste in my mouth.

“Rocco, I want to chill with you later.”

I’ll take just being in her presence. I smiled from ear to ear. “Good. Ryah, you’re my birthday present.”

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