Page 30 of Sinful Mafia Prince

As he wrapped the towel around his waist, Dom looked up to the garden and house above. “I’ve got to go out and pick up some food. You in the mood to do a little exploring? Or do you want to sit here and…enjoy the lake a little longer on your own?”

Smartass.“I’d love to go into town for a bit.”

“Good. Then let’s get upstairs. I need to get dressed.”

It was on the tip of Luca’s tongue to ask why when Dom looked so good in what he was already wearing. But not wanting to give Dom anymore leverage this morning, he kept quiet and instead filed the image of Dom wet and naked climbing out of Lake Como into the far corners of his mind, to maybe take out one day later and enjoy on his own.

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

“TRY THIS.” DOM stabbed one of the balls of fresh mozzarella with a toothpick and handed it to Luca.

“Um.” Luca bit down on his lower lip and looked around the crowded marketplace. “Are we allowed to?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

“Luca.” Dom narrowed his eyes. “Eat the goddamn cheese.”

Luca only narrowed his eyes right back, showing the defiance that had been steadily making itself known.

“C’è qualche problema?”One of the women behind the booth appeared out of nowhere, a frown marring her brow.“Non Le piace la nostra mozzarella?”

Luca looked to Dom for translation. “She wants to know why the fuck you don’t like her mozzarella,” Dom said.

Luca’s mouth fell open. “She said that?”

“She did.”

“No, it’s not that I don’t like it, I just didn’t think we could—” He shook his head and then slid the cheese off the toothpick and into his mouth. As he chewed, his eyes practically rolled into the back of his head. “Oh my God. That’s amazing.”

“Che cosa ha detto?”the woman asked Dom.

“Ha detto che è meglio di un orgasmo.”Dom winked at the woman, who didn’t even flush at his crude remark. She clapped her hands together and gestured toward the other samples she had on the table.

After his first taste, Luca was only too happy to try it all, and with each moan of satisfaction, Dom found himself a little turned on. He also couldn’t help watching Luca’s mouth, the way his full lips wrapped sensually around each bite the same way they’d wrapped around Dom’s cock.

Jesus, you’d think he was hard up or something.

“This one,” Luca said, pointing to one of the samples. “We have to get some of this to take with us.”

“Why not get them all?”

“Is that an option?”

“Everything’s an option for a Rossetti.”

“Wow. That might be the most arrogant thing you’ve ever said.”

Dom snorted and pulled out his wallet. “I doubt that.Prendiamo uno di tutto quanto, per favore.”

Sheer delight crossed the woman’s face as she bagged up their items, and Dom handed the sack to Luca.

“I think I could live off this stuff,” Luca said. “Why doesn’t it taste as good back home?”

“Because you probably buy the shit in a jar. Here it’s fresh.”

“Well, there aren’t exactly homemade cheese stations on the corner in Connecticut.”

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