Page 48 of Mafia Rules

“Your attention on me. Like you owned me.” She speaks in a deep, sultry tone.

“You want me to do it again?” I hold my breath because fuck, I wanted to do it again.

Her face lights up with a big smile as she nods her head. “More ropes next time.”

I smile, happy she doesn’t hate me. “You can tell me if you never want to do something.”

“I know, my love.” With a tender gesture, she tilts her head to press her lips against mine in a loving kiss. Our eyes meet, and we lock gazes, a silent understanding passing between us.

I pull away from her first. “Stay put.” I plant a kiss on her forehead. Walking to the bathroom, I start the warm water running in the sink and reach for the soap. Returning to Eve with a facecloth soaked in water, I softly separate her legs to clean up the wetness between us.

“Thank you,” she mutters, covering herself up with the blanket.

I snuggle up next to her under the warm blankets, gently running my fingers through her hair. It’s one of those moments where words are unnecessary. I’ve never felt this type of connection before. It wasn’t just about the fantastic sex; it was the trust she had in me. She’s blindly following me anywhere—and I hate myself for that. My life would only bring her pain. Her sweet, pure heart would break over and over before she left me.I wasn’t good enough for her.

27

EVE

The morning slipped away as we lounged in bed, savoring each other's embrace without a care in the world. Ash washed me in the shower, not letting me touch him, all his attention on my body. I take a deep breath, wishing we could always be like that.

“Sweetheart,” Ash calls out to me.

“Yes.” As I walk through his condo, I can feel the soft carpet under my bare feet, wearing only his oversized T-shirt.

“Looks like my brother is coming over, unfortunately.” Ash stands in front of the large window in his living room, wearing only his gray sweatpants.

My mouth waters at the thought of reaching my hand inside of them, making him hard. He has the body of a fucking god. As I approach him, my hands glide over his strong shoulders, tracing the intricate designs of the tattoos on his muscular arms. “I love your tattoos.”

“Would you ever get any?” His face is inquisitive like he’s never considered me having tattoos.

“Maybe, I don’t know.” I hug him, my hands slipping under his sweatpants in the back.

“I’d be your bad habit if you did.” He dramatically kisses my neck, making loud noises as he does.

“Ash!” I chuckle at his antics, realizing that only I am privy to this playful side of him.

He slaps my ass. “Go get dressed, love. My brother can’t see you like this.”

“Do they know? About us?” I look up at him, my hands still roaming his body, waiting for his answer.

“Hardy does.” Ash’s demeanor becomes serious, almost like he didn’t want anyone to know I was his.

“What does he think about it?”

“He’s a lover.” Ash’s smile suggests there’s more to that story. “Now go get dressed, love; I’ll fuck him up if he sees you like this. For real.” He gently pushes me in the direction of the bedroom.

I dash to the bedroom when I hear the elevator ding. I turn the corner just in time before it opens.

Back in his bedroom, I’m reminded of his comment about his condo having enough room for my stuff and wonder if he’s serious about it. I picture my things next to his, what he would be like to live with, and how much he’d let me fuck him.

I dig through my bag for some clothes of my own to wear. I haul out some jeans and a sweater, pulling my hair back in a ponytail. I add some powder to my face, mascara, and lip gloss.

I step into his walk-in closet. He has more clothes than Macy and I combined. I run my hand along his suits, wondering if Sasha’s clothes once hung here. I shake my head; I can’t let her control our relationship. From now on, she would not occupy any space in my mind.

I put my dirty clothes in my bag, slide it under the bed, and head out to see the boys in the living room.

“That’s all good in theory,” Hardy says, holding his staple drink as I enter.

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