Page 38 of Mafia Rules

I drape my arms around her and hold her tight. We haven’t showered yet, but she smells incredible. What I wouldn’t do to just carry her off to bed for the day. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

We rock back and forth for a few minutes, my phone buzzing again on the table, breaking our sweet moment.

“Fuck!” I pull away from Eve, my anger rising at the unwelcome interruption of our moment. I pick up my phone and see my brother's name flashing on the screen. “What?” I answer angrily.

“Didn’t sleep well?” Hardy says.

“I did. It’s just this morning that’s fucked me over.” I pace back and forth, running my hand through my hair.

“Sasha, talk to ya?” Hardy laughs.

“How did you know?”

“I’ll be there too. Don’t worry, it's not only your day that’s fucked,” Hardy says.

“Why the fuck couldn’t he just stay away a few weeks longer?”

“Watch out for Sasha,” Hardy says. “I’m sure she has something to do with our father being here.”

This all makes sense now. She’s playing with me again, but why? I glance back at Eve, wishing there was a way to stop her from coming to the lunch. “I will. See you soon.”

I hang up the phone. “Hardy. He’s been beckoned there too.”

Eve retreats into my arms. “When lunch ends, we will have the rest of the day to do whatever.” She cocks her head to the side and nods to the Kinbaku kit on the dining room table.

“You ready for me to dominate?” I rest my forehead on hers. Our eyes connect, and she bats her eyelashes at me.

“Yes. But easy at first.”

“We’ll create a safe word for you.” I kiss her lips and grab her ass, moving her closer to my body, debating if we have enough time for one more romp. It would sure improve my mood.

“It will be hard not to touch you.” She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me back.

“I can’t give away my secrets. It will all be a surprise.” I grab the hair at the nape of her neck and pull her head back, kissing her delicate skin.

She lets out a slight moan as my kisses intensify, and my hand slips under the T-shirt she’s wearing. Her skin is so soft.

I can’t help but smile, thinking of her bound tightly by rope.The things I want to do to her.

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ASH

We arrive late, Eve's pale face still flushed from our last-minute romp. Not the impression I wanted her to have, but I couldn't resist, and she was ready and willing. I want to get through this meeting as fast as possible and return to our weekend.

Everyone is already seated at the table when we arrive. Hardy, Lane, Dad, and Sasha—who is shooting daggers out of her eyes when she sees Eve by my side.

"We have a reservation for five. She can wait in the car." Expecting obedience, Sasha's eyes never waver from Eve's face.

"Excuse me." I make eyes with the server. "Can you please seat one more?"

The server nods in acknowledgment before grabbing a chair and placing it next to my empty seat at the table. I reach for the chair beside Hardy, not Sasha, and gesture for Eve to sit. Eve’s expression says it all —she's not happy about me sitting besideSasha. But rather me than her; thankfully, she accepts the seat I suggest for her.

We sit down after the server has set up Eve's spot, then we are served wine. Eve reluctantly grabs a glass, mirroring Sasha's actions, even though she despises drinking.

"Father." I give him a nod. From the moment we arrived, he has been glued to his phone screen without lifting his gaze.

Hardy casually drapes his arm on the back of Eve's chair and reclines in his seat, leaning behind her to whisper to me, "You sure about bringing her here?"

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