Page 17 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

I ushered the six-four sexy man into my room and locked the door behind him. “Spencer, what are you doing here?”

He ran a large hand over his jet-black hair. “Rosetta, you can’t marry him.”

Spencer sank onto the sofa in the living room.

“We talked about this. I have to carry out my duty to my family.” I stepped between his legs, palmed his face, and stared into his blue eyes.

“Move on with your life. Meet a nice woman and fall in love.”

“No, I want you. Rosetta, I proposed to you in Paris and you laughed it off.” His nostrils flared.

My fingers grazed his stubbled cheeks. “I thought you were drunk.” I smirked, butterflies zinging in my tummy.

“We are from two different worlds. We couldn’t have worked, Spencer. You have an obligation to your family to run your family’s car company. I’m to become the queen of the underworld. This isn’t the life a man like you should live.”

“Why, because I don’t have a body count? And I don’t run around ruffing up guys?”

“Like I said before, my father has arranged for me to marry Luciano. This is a business arrangement that I can’t get out of. If you come between me and my soon to be husband...” I swallowed hard, chest quivering.

“...he will kill you.” Squeezing my eyes shut, I struggled to breathe.

“I love you too much to let anything happen to you.”

His lips parted. “I knew you loved me.”

“Yes, I lied to myself. Said I didn’t, but I’ll hold your love deep down in my heart.”

Slipping into his lap, my legs cocooned him and my lips pressed hard against his. Our rushed breathing was loud and hungry. Our teeth collided, then our tongues intertwined. “Make love to me like only you can, Spencer.”

“I want to hear you scream my name one last time.”

Thunderous sobs rumbled in my chest. “I won’t ever be the same. Promise me something,” I sniffed as the tears rolled down my face.

“Anything.” Unshed tears glittered in his tranquil blue eyes.

“Meet me in Sicily on April fourteenth.”

His thick brows rose. “Why?”

“Remember the old house we stayed in off the water?”

“Yeah.”

“I have something important to share with you there.”

His lips tipped up at one end. “What is it?”

My forehead dropped against his. “I need your big cock deep inside my walls. Give me what I crave. What I’ll miss,” I cried.

He planted me on my feet.

“You’re asking me to give up the only woman I ever loved, Rosetta. Let you marry another man for business purposes,” he growled.

The tips of my fingers eased his suit jacket over his broad shoulders. “Yes,” I whispered. My voice was barely audible.

The thought of letting Spencer go sent shivers of pain up my spine.

He tore the burgundy PJ shirt open. The buttons scattered all over the tan carpet. I hopped up into his arms. Spencer carried me to the bed. Such a bittersweet encounter between two people. I denied his love for years. Laughed it off. All along, I knew he wanted me. But the odds of him ever having me as his wife was nonexistent. I was created for the sole purpose to marry a mobster. To give birth to the next heir of the Vitales.

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