Page 41 of Sinful Mafia Prince

Luca’s heart thumped, his body beginning to take notice of what it was rubbing up against. Dom’s wet hair glimmered under the moonlight, and Luca’s mind began to spin.

What the hell were they doing here? This was unbelievable. Here he was standing in a pool in Lake Como under a full moon and sparkling stars like he was in some goddamn fairytale. At least back at the penthouse he’d been more aware of his situation, clearer of the lines between good and bad. But here and now there was no one interrupting them after one of the most mind-blowing sexual experiences of his life. There was nothing to remind him that Dom was actually the bad guy in this fairytale.

So again, Luca had to ask himself,What the hell am I doing? What ishedoing?

Luca gave Dom a gentle shove, and to his surprise, Dom let him go. The tension in the air was crackling with sex and something more, but it was clear neither wanted to acknowledge it.

Dom turned and swam to where the bottle of wine sat on the edge of the pool. Before Luca could stop himself, he blurted out, “What are we doing here?”

Dom poured himself a glass and downed it in a long gulp.“You know what we’re doing. We’re waiting for everything back home to—”

“I don’t mean that, and you know it.”

Dom’s eyes narrowed, and Luca knew this was a conversation Dom didn’t want to have, but that was too bad. This was the second time they’d been together like this. The first time he could dismiss as a one-off, chalk it up to hate boiling over into lust. But this time around had felt different. This time around had involved dinner, wine, moonlight, and—

“We’re just passing time.” Dom turned his back to pour another glass of wine. “Stop reading so much into it.”

Luca didn’t buy that for a second, and he was sick and tired of Dom trying to deny this connection they had. Yes, it was fucked up. Yes, it was destructive and unhealthy. But trying to act as though it didn’t exist clearly wasn’t working.

He moved through the water to Dom.“So if I’d been any other captive of the Rossettis, you would’ve tied me up and come inside me like you had every right to? That’s what you’re trying to tell me?”

Dom’s jaw clenched, and Luca shook his head.

“Is this denial you’re clinging so hard to still about the whole gay thing?”

Dom slowly turned his head, and if Luca was smart, he probably would’ve shut his mouth. But since when had he ever done anything smart around this man?

“So, what? You’re passing time with me until you run off and have a bunch of babies and I…I don’t know, die?”

Something fierce and possessive flashed in Dom’s eyes. “There will be no babies, not if I can fucking help it. I’m sure my father is just as upset about me blowing that dinner date as he is with me coming to rescue you.”

Luca couldn’t help the little happy dance that took place inside him at those words.

“As for dying, I think we’ve established I’m not going to let that happen under my watch.”

Luca swallowed. “Why?”

“What do you mean, why? You know why.”

“No, I don’t, not really. You were hellbent on killing me when we first met. Now you’re determined to keep me alive. Why?”

Luca knew he was pushing. He was angling for an answer his brain would accept, one that would make sense of all the emotions he was feeling.

“What do you want me to say? I want you alive because I like fucking you?”

He knew Dom was trying to scare him off, but now that he was finally talking, opening up a little, Luca wasn’t backing down. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get an opportunity like this again.

Luca shrugged and looped his arms around Dom’s neck. “If that’s how you feel.”

Dom took in a deep breath and then let it out, shaking his head. “I’m not allowed to feel what I feel. The sooner you understand that, the better off you’ll be.”

Luca’s heart ached, more for Dom than himself. Dom reached behind his neck and pulled Luca’s fingers free, and as he swam off toward the deep end, Luca couldn’t help but think that in those few words, Dom had told him more than he ever had before.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

Vincenzo

VINCENZO ROSSETTI STOOD at the lone window in his office, watching the sun fade into trees behind his compound. Lately, it seemed like the days were running into each other, and the nights had been no different. Violence permeated the streets, seeping into businesses and homes of not only the dueling families, but also anyone associated with either.

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