Page 57 of Dark Mafia Vows

“You seem to be getting pretty cozy with our arrangement,” I lean in to whisper in her ear. My lips brush her skin, and she gasps softly, so softly that I almost miss it. And that’s all it takes for my dick to get instantly hard.

“Maybe I just want everyone here to think we are the most loving couple on earth,” she breathes, a mischief glint dancing in her eyes as she looks up at me.

I want to kiss her. I want to taste her again, and she knows it.

Her gaze drops to my lips, and I’m holding on by a thread, fighting the urge to pull her into my lap and kiss her until she’s breathless. My mind flashes back to three nights ago, and despite my best efforts, I can’t forget it. I’ve been trying and failing to forget.

“Careful, Princess,” I murmur, brushing the back of my hand over her cheek. “You’re making me hard.”

Her cheeks flush a deep red, and I can’t help but chuckle. It’s like a ripple effect—the color spreading across her face, betraying the cool façade she tries so hard to maintain.

“Ginny?” Camille chooses that exact moment to appear with a clipboard. “It’s time for your fitting.”

She gestures for Ginny to follow, and I watch as she stands, smoothing down her simple dress, a mix of nervousness, excitement, and something else on her face.

“It’sMiss Ginevrato you,” she says sweetly, her voice dripping with mock politeness. My girl smiles sweetly at the consultant before gesturing for her to lead the way.

Camille stiffens, her forced smile barely hiding her annoyance. “Sure,Miss Ginevra,” she mutters before leading Ginny toward the fitting stalls.

As Ginny follows her, she shoots me one last glance, her lips curving into a secret smile that only I can decipher.

I settle back into the plush sofa in the waiting room for less than a minute before another consultant appears—Jennifer, the same woman who fitted me for my suit at my company’s grand opening ceremony. She’s middle-aged, professional, and one of the few people here I don’t feel like throttling.

“Lovely to see you again, Mr. De Luca,” she greets warmly. “I’ve arranged everything for your fitting.”

I glance over to where Ginny disappeared, hearing faint instructions to take off her clothes.

“I want us to stay here,” I say firmly.

The space is luxurious, with mirrors lining the walls. I hear Ginny’s pleasant gasp and imagine she’s just been shown a dress. Yeah. They could fit me here. I want to hear more of her voice.

“Of course.” Jennifer nods, excusing herself to bring everything into this room. Two assistants return with a rack of suits and tuxedos. They begin their work, adjusting the fit of adark suit on my frame, but my focus is on Ginny’s voice filtering through the wall—soft, nervous laughter and the sound of fabric shifting.

It’s a sound that fills the space with an odd kind of comfort, and before I can stop myself, I realize I’m smiling.

“Let’s see how this looks on you.” Camille’s voice drips from the fitting stalls, laced with the kind of casual venom you’d almost miss if you weren’t paying attention.

A few beats pass before she adds in mock curiosity, “You know, I couldn’t help but wonder—what’s it like being engaged to such an influential man?”

Excuse me?

“Excuse me?” Ginny’s incredulous laugh mirrors my own thoughts, but it’s brittle, a crack in her usually unshakable confidence.

“Oh, no offense intended. I just meant...first, you were practically Mrs. Rinaldo, right? I mean, that man has connections. Politics, isn’t it?” She pauses as if she's genuinely considering her next words. “And now, you’ve upgraded to De Luca. A billionaire? You must have a knack for landing influential men.”

She delivers the jab casually, as if she’s commenting on the weather.

Rage boils under my skin as I grip the fabric of my suit. Camille is talented, one of the best—that’s why I specifically wanted her to fit Ginny personally. But her lack of basic human decency? That’s a line crossed. I hear Ginny’s laughter falter, and the warmth I felt moments ago evaporates into cold fury.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

Camille actually has the nerve to laugh. “In today’s world, influence and power...well, they’re everything. Women have to be smart about it, you know? Use what they’ve got to get what they want.”

I ball my fists, willing myself to stay calm. But my patience is razor-thin, hanging by a thread that Camille seems determined to snip.

“Is there something you’re trying to say?” Ginny asks, her voice deceptively calm. Ginny snaps, her voice cracking under the strain. I can hear the hurt she’s trying so hard to swallow.

“Not at all, I was just saying with Rinaldo, you had the politics card. And now with De Luca, well...” She waves a hand in the air as if to encompass all of Dario's wealth and status. “Let’s just say it’s a good move. He’s a very powerful man.”

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