Page 66 of Sinful Mafia Prince

Holy shit.

Luca panted as he opened his eyes and turned off the burner. Just as he was about to turn around, Dom’s hand slipped into his shorts.

“Oh God,” Luca said as strong fingers wrapped around his cock.

“Hmm. I was always told not to play with my food, but this time, I can’t help it.” Dom dragged his tongue up Luca’s stubbled cheek to his ear. “Give me your mouth, Luca.”

Luca obeyed, turning his head and opening to Dom, who thrust his tongue inside and aggressively took what he wanted. It was a rough, dominating kiss full of possession.

Luca’s heart was pounding almost as hard his dick, and just as he was about to pull his mouth free, he heard a loud cough from somewhere in the kitchen, and Dom’s hand immediately froze in place.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” an all-too-familiar voice said, and the two of them all but jumped apart and turned to face...Vincenzo.

What the hell? What is he doing here?

As Luca’s brain tried to make sense of what he was seeing, Dom ran a hand through his hair and cursed beneath his breath.

Shit. This was not good. Not good at all. There was no way Vincenzo hadn’t seen what they’d just been doing.Luca didn’t dare speak, let alone move to fasten his shorts, as Vincenzo’s eyes flicked between the two of them. He was dressed as casual as Luca had ever seen in camel-colored pants and a white open-collared shirt, and draped over his arm was a matching suit jacket.

“What? No greeting?” he said. “No ‘it’s good to see you, Father’?”

Luca glanced at Dom, who didn’t seem in the least bit embarrassed that his father had just caught the two of them about to have sex in his Italian villa’s kitchen.

“My apologies. I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Clearly.” Vincenzo looked to Luca, and never had he wanted a floor to open up and swallow him more. “I see you are both…safe and well.”

Luca aimed his eyes at the floor and prayed Dom would answer.

“Yes,” Dom said. “We’ve run into no issues during our stay here. There’s been no threat.”

“Except the one in your bed.”

Luca winced at the biting tone, but before he could gather the nerve to tell Vincenzo he was no threat, Dom said, “How did you know we were here?”

“Does it matter?”

Luca shrank back to the edge of the counter, trying to make himself invisible.

“You know it does. If the location is not secure then we will need to look into—”

“It’s secure,” Vincenzo said as he looked around the kitchen. “I followed a hunch that you would come here.”

“Why? We haven’t been back here for years.”

“Yet this is where you brought him.”

Luca looked at Dom, who dropped his gaze, and for the first time since Vincenzo had made his presence known, Dom looked almost ashamed.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped. I know this place is—”

“Perfect.” Vincenzo took a step toward Dom and took his son’s face between his hands. “It was the perfect choice. It’s quiet, no one knows about it, and there’s something…magical here.” He let go of Dom. “It made sense you would bring him here.”

Luca’s pulse thrummed as the blood rang in his ears. What did that mean? That it made sense Dom would bring him here?

“Let us go outside and talk,” Vincenzo said, turning his back on Luca, and it was clear he wasn’t invited. “There’s much for you and me to catch up on.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN

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