Page 66 of Captive Vow (Mafia Marriages 2)

“I want you, Paige.” The heat from his words roars an inferno inside of me, but we can’t. Before, he was just my boss, and that was way too complicated.

Knowing that he’s also part of the mafia, I should get out while I still can.

While I’m still alive.

“You don’t want me,” I say. If his attention is on me, then he’ll never let me go, and I’ll never be free.

He stalks closer, leaning toward me, his hands on both sides of me, trapping me against the mattress.

His body is warm, and the heat radiates off him and onto me. “Tell me you don’t want me, that you’ve never thought about me in a sexual way, and I’ll never mention it again.”

It should be so easy to lie, to tell him that he means nothing more to me than as a boss.

But the words don’t come.

Not with his breath hovering and his lips within reach.

I want to kiss him, taste him, touch him, but he isn’t the least bit sober, and I don’t want him to regret anything between us.

“You’re drunk,” I say and gently push him away—my hand firm on his chest. “Go to sleep. In your bed.” I hope he gets the message. It’s not that I’m telling him no because I don’t want him. I just don’t want this being what we’re about. I’m not some girl who he can call on when he’s lonely or drunk.

He grumbles and pushes himself away from my bed.

I can’t tell if it’s the look of rejection crossing his features or something else. Anger? Resentment? Frustration?

Moreno is the hardest man to read. He gives no tells. He’d be great at a game of poker.

He stumbles out of my room without another word, shutting the door with an overzealous thud on the way out.

I don’t know what to make of the situation. Will he even remember coming to me in the middle of the night?

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