Page 108 of Dirty Mafia King
“I accompanied my mother to several doctors’ appointments. Every time they drew blood, I fainted.” I blush. My poor mama always reassured me that my fainting spells helped distract her from her health issues.
“You’ll be mafiosi. Blood comes with the territory. We have to prepare you better.”
Says the man who cuts off his enemies’ fingers.
“You’ll adjust.” He pins me with a firm look. “We all do.”
“Nothing frightens you.”
“Loss of control does.”
I search his expression, my own filled with surprise that he opened up. Again.
“Your asshole father learned his lesson. But you, little Alessia, are programmed differently when it comes to power play.”
A shiver races up my spine. “How so?”
He brings my middle finger to his lips.
My nervous system fills with adrenaline because I now know what he’s about to do.
He nips my finger, and my pulse kicks up, then he soothes the tip with his mouth, and I relax. My body isn’t confused, but my mind is dumbstruck.
His grin is devastating.
“You get off on my power.”
“I do?”
“You’re a submissive with a masochistic side.” His blue eyes darken. Lord, he loves the idea, doesn’t he? “Pain intensifies pleasure, and vice versa, if done the proper way.”
The proper way. I stare at him. Proper way, like bite then suck my finger? Proper way, like bend me over the desk and spank me? Or proper way like “Welcome to my Red Room Dungeon?”
“Will you show me?” I plead.
He stares at me with such intensity, I nearly fall off the desk. Considering it? Or toying with me?
I breathlessly wait for his rejection.
But he shocks me by producing a Band-Aid from Lord knows where and then gently covering my cut.
“What were you chopping?” he asks.
“Cucumbers. I was going to pickle them.”
“Not red meat or deboning a chicken?” He snorts. “Or fucking cookies for Don Lucchese?”
My eyes flicker to theVmarring his forehead. “Oh, you heard about that?”
“Freido mail the care packages for you?”
I bite my lip. He’ll find out anyway, yet I don’t rat Freido out.
“Loyal little thing, aren’t you?”
“It benefits all of us if Don Lucchese is happy.”
His lips twitch. “Wise, too. You certainly succeeded. He’s asking for biscotti now. Double the batch and save one. Capisci?”
