Page 68 of Broken Prince

“It was… informative to say the least.”

“Who are you hiding?”

“None of your concern. Now go, Savio, check on the kitchen.”

“What?” He scoffed. “I’m not doing that.”

“Remember who you are talking to, Savio.” The threat in Luca’s voice was not even barely veiled.

The Savio guy who I legit disliked left grumbling and I slid beside Luca, smiling at the smaller man.

“You sh-shouldn’t have d-done that.”

“Why? Your brother is a cazzo.”

“I c-can defend myself,” he added, irritated.

“I know,” Luca replied. “But I love giving your brother a taste of his own medicine.” He pulled me beside him. “This is my friend, Cassie.”

Friend? Right, that’s a way to put it.

Luca looked down at me. “This is my favorite cousin, Enzo.”

“Nice to meet you, Enzo.”

“You too, C-Cassie.”

Luca squeezed my hand. “We have to go but text me okay? Don’t let them bully you.”

“Y-You left t-t-two years ago.” He shook his head. “I c-can deal.”

Luca sighed as he watched his cousin leave, blending in with the crowd.

“Do you want to stay?” I asked, secretly hoping he would refuse.

He shook his head. “I’ve seen all I had to see and I have other plans.”

He pulled me through the crowd and outside of the house to the limousine.

As soon as he ordered the driver to go, he removed his mask and mine before pulling me toward him.

“Where were we?” he asked, his eyes locked on my lips.

I felt brave again and kissed him as he circled my waist and deepened our kiss. That man was kissing me as if I were what he needed to breathe, as if I were his oasis in the middle of the desert, and I never wanted him to stop.

When the car stopped in front of the hotel, he sighed, readjusting his cock in his pants.

He grabbed my hand, went to the VIP counter, then grabbed our two rooms cards before he pulled me toward the elevator.

I followed him mechanically, apprehension now battling with my lust. I was going to lose my virginity tonight to a Mafia boss twelve years older than me… I would have never thought it would happen like that but I wouldn’t change anything.

He used a key card to enter a room. I noticed my purple bag on the chair but didn’t even have a chance to do or say anything as he leaned down and swept me off my feet, carrying me bridal style to the bed.

“You’re mine now,” he said in a low voice, putting me in the middle of the bed.

“Yes, I am.”

He growled, letting his eyes trail down my body. “Good girl.”

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