Page 36 of Sinful Mafia Prince

“They showed me who they really are.”

“Shit on the underside of your shoe?”

Luca nodded. “More or less. Maybe not Gabriella so much, but she doesn’t have any power there. They don’t want me any more than they did giving me away. They just want to use me because they have no one else.”

“Yes,” Dom said.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“No.” Like that had ever stopped Luca before.

“Why did you come and save me?”

“You know why.”

“What, that you didn’t want me to be the heir? I don’t believe it was just that, because you had to know I would never do it. And it doesn’t explain why your father didn’t want you to come for me.”

Dom’s jaw clenched at the mention of the difference of opinion he and his father had argued over. They’d never disagreed before, and the fact that he’d gone against Vincenzo’s orders still didn’t sit well with him. But what could he have done? Given Luca a death sentence?

You did before,the voice in his head reminded him.

“If you don’t join them, they’ll get rid of you,” Dom said.

Luca seemed to think that over. “And you? You don’t want to get rid of me anymore?”

“Maybe I just don’t want the Fiores to be the ones to do it.”

“Liar.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I don’t think it’s about getting rid of me at all.” He seemed to want to say something else, but he snapped his mouth shut.

Dom set his glass on the table in front of him. “No? Then what do you think I want to do with you? You think I want to keep you?” Dom got to his feet, his erection already straining against his briefs. Luca’s eyes dropped down his hips, and Dom felt a surge of satisfaction go through him. “Or maybe fuck you?”

“I mean, you wanted to before…”

Dom moved around the table to Luca, who shifted in his seat to face him.

“You need to be more specific,” Dom said. “I wanted to keep you or fuck you?”

Luca angled his chin up a fraction, licked those sexy, full lips, and said, “Both.”

Quick as a whip, Dom reached out and took hold of Luca’s chin. What was it about this kid that he couldn’t seem to shake? He was the last person in the world Dom should find attractive, the last person he should want to be with. But he couldn’t stop thinking about Luca.

Dom brushed his thumb over Luca’s lower lip. “I shouldn’t do this,” he muttered to himself.

“Why? I’m not stopping you.” Luca reached up to encircle his wrist, and sucked his thumb between his lips.

Dom cursed and pulled his hand free, then reached for the back of Luca’s neck and gripped it tight. “That’s exactly fucking why. You’re building this deluded fantasy in your head when this is nothing more than a fuck.”

“A fantasy?” Luca raised a brow, placed his hands on Dom’s thighs, and smoothed them over the erection threatening to burst out. “If this was a fantasy, you’d be some foreign prince, this would be your castle, and you’d already have your shirt off.”

Dom let go of Luca and was about to unbutton his shirt, but at the last second thought,Fuck it,and tore the buttons free. Luca’s eyes widened as they pinged along the concrete floor of the pavilion.

Dom reached for the button of his pants, flicked it open, pulled his cock free, and said, “Guess you’re going to have to settle, then. Mafia prince, family compound… Still want to stay?”

Luca’s eyes darkened as he lowered his gaze to the thick cock only inches from his face. He shifted down to his knees, and Dom swallowed.

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