Page 29 of Sinful Mafia Prince

Curious, Luca got out of the pool, headed to the ivy-covered rail that overlooked a third level, and saw a charming seated area in amongst perfectly manicured hedges and water fountains. There were several statues surrounding the perimeter of the level, and off to one side was a gate.

Unable to resist further exploration, Luca hurried down the stairs that led to the third level. This place was incredible, the outdoor space as much a draw as the house itself. But it was the sound of the water that held and caught his attention.

He made his way through the gardens and toward the railing, and when he peered over the edge, Luca sucked in a breath. The drop-off between himself and the lake was vast, with the water splashing up against the brick wall supporting the gardens and home above it. But when he glanced off to the right and spotted a dock, he realized where the gate led.

With a smile on his face, he rushed over to it and pushed his way through. As he headed down the winding wooden path to the dock below, he had the fleeting thought that he hoped he wasn’t trespassing.

This did belong to the Rossettis, right? He hadn’t seen a sign anywhere sayingstoporprivate property. But maybe it was gated off for a reason.

All those questions seemed to vanish, however, as his feet hit the wet slats of the dock and he was faced with another magnificent view. It was almost as though he were standing on the lake itself with the way the water rippled under the dock. The sun sparkled off the lake like diamonds, and as he began to walk further out across the water he heard the splashing sound again—much louder this time.

Luca tried to zero in on where the sound was coming from, but with the reflection from the sun, it was difficult. He brought a hand up to shield his eyes as he walked closer to the end of the dock. Scanning the pristine waters, he spotted a swimmer several feet away.

Luca watched as the swimmer powered through the water, strokes smooth and precise, propelling him toward a buoy, where he flipped under the water and started to make his way back.

Luca stood there mesmerized by the display of athleticism, his own swimming style nowhere near as fluid or smooth, but when the man got closer, his heart began to hammer.

Holy shit, that was Dom.

Luca wasn’t sure why he was so surprised. Of course Dom was a good swimmer—he had a house on a lake, for God’s sake. But as he drew closer, and Luca continued to watch, good felt like too simple of a word for what he was witnessing. Dom moved through the water like he was made to be in it.

When Dom finally reached the dock, he stopped and glanced up. “’Bout time you woke up.”

Luca was sure there was something he could say in his defense, but that would require remembering how to speak, something he was finding extremely difficult as he stood there staring down at one of the most sinfully sexy men he’d seen in his life.

Dom Rossetti was a lot of things: arrogant, brutal, and cold-hearted at times. But no one could say the man wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous. With his dark hair slicked back from the water and droplets clinging to his lashes, he looked mouth-watering, so much so Luca couldn’t remember how to think.

When Luca just stood there, Dom raised a brow and hauled himself out of the water in one glorious move. Luca’s jaw almost hit the wooden slats under his feet.

If Luca thought Dom was sexyinthe water, that was nothing compared to him standing out of it dripping wet, dressed in a pair of the tightest black swim shorts Luca had seen in his life. Luca’s eyes practically fell out of his head as he followed the water droplets trailing down all the delicious grooves of Dom’s body.

“Did you forget how to speak some time between yesterday and now?”

“Uh.” Luca dragged his eyes up to see Dom raking a hand through his hair.

“See something you like?”

The arrogant comment was enough to pull Luca out of his stupor. He pretended to look around him. “Yeah, the lake is gorgeous.”

Dom took a step toward him, and Luca immediately took one back. “So that’s what has you all tongue-tied?”

“I’m not tongue-tied.”

“Mhmm.”

As Dom continued toward him, Luca kept retreating until the backs of his ankles hit the stairs onto the dock and he stumbled.

Dom reached out and took hold of his elbow. “You’re lying.”

Luca’s pulse began to race as he turned his head. “No, I’m not.”

Dom let go of his arm to bring Luca in flush to his body, and Luca brought his hands up to Dom’s wet chest.

“And I suppose the lake is making you hard too?”

Luca shrugged, determined to play it cool. “Yes. It’s a beautiful lake. It made you hard too.”

Dom’s lips twitched, then he let go and reached for a towel that Luca had completely missed on his way down here.

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