Page 70 of Broken Prince

He crawled on top of me and kissed me deeply. I could taste myself on his tongue and it was deliciously wicked.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he whispered against my lips as he rubbed his dick up and down my slit, lubricating it.

I had to tell him; he was really big and I’d never done it before. He had to know it was my first time.

“I’ve never done this before,” I whispered before kissing his neck.

He bit the ball of my shoulder. “Have sex with your much older Mafia boss?”

“No, sex…at all.”

He froze, his dick pressing gently against my entrance. “Are you saying…” He frowned as if I made no sense.

“I’m a virgin.”

“Dio mio!”Within a second his body was gone and he was trying to tug his hard cock back in his pants. “You should have said!” he barked accusingly.

“What? Luca. What?” My brain was still slowed by the pleasure fog of the orgasms he had given me. “Luca, it’s okay. I want you to be my first.” I sat up, reaching for him.

He shook his head and took a step back. “I don’t want that! No, I can’t do that.” He turned around and left the room without a look back.

I looked around, completely at loss, and my heart shattered in a million pieces under the force of his rejection, and then for the first time since everything went to shit in my life, I let myself cry.

Chapter Seventeen

CASSIE

I woke up at five a.m., parched and with a killer headache. I was not surprised though. I had cried for hours last night, literally crying myself to sleep, and probably stopped crying when I had no tears left.

The rejection had cut me deep and I was mortified to have to face Luca today.

I shook my head. No, I couldn’t do it. I’d need a few days before seeing him again.

I stood up and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge, drinking it in one go before jumping in a hot shower and putting on an oversized red jumper dress and black leggings, feeling a little more like myself despite the deep cut his rejection had caused.

I packed my bag and folded his jacket carefully, leaving it and his shoes in front of his bedroom door before taking the elevator down.

I was grateful the hotel was close enough to the station and I was on a train back to Riverstown before seven a.m.

I texted Dom to come to pick me up; we needed to talk anyway, and a car ride seemed to be the best way.

I was actually surprised to find him there; I had expected him to dodge me.

“Why didn’t you come back with Luca?” he asked as he started the car.

I glared at him.

“Does he know you’re here? What happened? Did he screw up?”

“I think you have some explaining to do,” I said, ignoring his question.

He sighed. “Yes, I do… I’m not even sure where to start.”

“Did you even get an allergic reaction?” I asked. If the rash had been faked, it was impressive.

“Technically, yes.”

“Technically?”

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