Page 5 of Mafia Priest

My chest tightens. I wasn’t in this city then, but I heard the rumors… Bianca winces and I realize I’m crushing her fingers.

I force myself to release her, my hands curling into fists. “Who is he?”

“I don’t under—”

“I want a name, princess. Name the bastard you’re planning to run off with.” I keep my voice low despite wanting to shout.

“I’m not!” she protests.

My gaze rakes over her body, the pieces falling into place. Her increasingly provocative clothing. Her lateness tonight. Still, coming here after a tryst with another man seems so unlike her, and yet…

“Where were you tonight? Who is that dress for?”

Nearly too low for me to hear, she whispers, “You, Father. I had my maid buy it. No one else has seen me in it.”

My blood rushes to my cock. But before I can work through the implications of that confession, she continues.

“I thought it might be my last chance. Nonno is making me marry Guido.”

Fuck. Guido Lombardi is Mancini’s underboss—and nearly as old. But Lombardi isn’t just three times her age—he’s ruthless. Sadistic.And the bastard behind the Good Friday massacre.

But does Mancini know that? I’m a terrible priest, but I’ve never considered breaking the seal of the confessional until now.

I can’t breathe, can’t speak, not when she’s looking at me like that, not when she claims she wore that dress forme, not when I want to scream that there’s no fucking way she’s marryinganyother man.

Misreading my silence, she continues, the words tumbling from her lips in a rush. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t drag you into family business, but I had to tell someone, and I don’t have any friends. Or at least not ones who wouldn’t—”

Fisting my fingers in her hair, I yank her head back, staring into dark eyes shimmering with tears, eyes that drag me under and suck all the air from the room until I really can’t breathe let alone speak, but I manage a single strangled syllable. “Stop.”

“Stop what, Father?” She looks up at me through wet lashes, so innocent, soclose. It’s too much.

“Stoptempting me, princess. I could resist that obscene dress—barely. But the thought of you…”

With my fingers tangled in her hair and her scent surrounding me, I’ll fucking suffocate if I don’t kiss her. Succumbing to the inevitable, I crush our mouths together.

Lips parting, she wraps her arms around my neck. She pulls me to her, pulls me under, and I’m lost. I’m completely fucking wrecked.

She moans, her tongue sliding over mine, her body arching against me, so innocent, so responsive. She kisses me back with a hunger that matches mine,openingherself to me.

I cup one of her breasts. It fits into my hand perfectly.Wefit. She kisses me as if she were born to do only that, as if she’s been doing it her entire life. And if I don’t get to kiss her every single day for the rest of mine, I’ll lose my goddamn mind.

And yet if that’s going to happen, I have to take control. She came here because she trusts me. So even though it fucking kills me, I end the kiss and gently remove her arms from my neck.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asks, voice uncertain.

“Did you do somethingwrong?” I run my fingers through my hair, sure that I must look as unhinged as I feel. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since before it was legal. I’ve rubbed my dick raw thinking about you. No, you fucking didn’t do anythingwrong, angel.”

“Then why did you stop?”

I laugh even though nothing about this is funny. “Because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have been able to.”

She frowns. “That makes no sense.”

How is it that keeping my hands off her for two minutes is impossible when I’ve resisted for two years? I caress her arms, marveling at her softness. She shivers. And fuck, but that tiny tremor and the way it makes her tits jiggle has me hard enough to break my zipper.

“Are you that innocent? Truly?” I grip her biceps. “If I’d continued to kiss you, then I would have had no choice but to put my dick in that tight teenage pussy.”

She blushes. “That’s why I came here. I… I want you to be my first, not Guido.”

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