Page 6 of Mafia Priest

My fingers dig into her soft skin, hard enough to bruise, but I don’t care. Iwantto mark her. “You stay away from me for a week—an entire fucking week. And then you think you can waltz in here, offer me your innocence, and then turn around and marry fucking Lombardi?”

“Yes, I mean no…” She shakes her head. “I don’t know! Of course not, but what I thought…” She looks down, her tears finally spilling over.

“You thoughtwhat?” I demand, squeezing her arms.

“It doesn’t matter. I realized when I got here that I couldn’t go through with it.”

Releasing her, I wipe a tear from her cheek. “Go through with what?”

“It was stupid and wrong, but I was desperate. I can’t marry Guido, but I have to protect Elise—”

“What?” I practically roar the question. Catching myself, I continue in a lower voice. “Your grandfather is makinghermarry him if you don’t? She’s practically a child.”

She shakes her head. “No, but Nonno changed his will, making Guido her guardian. So if we aren’t married and he dies before she turns eighteen…”

Mancini made Lombardi the girl’sguardian. Not ideal, but given the rumors, it could be worse. At fourteen, Bianca’s sister is unfortunately exactly his type.

“I won’t let anything happen to your sister,” I reassure her. “But what is it you can’t go through with? Marrying Lombardi? That’s not going to fucking happen.”

She stares at her hands. “It’s messed up.I’mmessed up. I should have just asked for your help, but I was afraid you’d say no, so I thought if I tempted you… you’dhaveto help me.”

Once I process her jumbled confession, I want to shake her. Not because she turned to me for help—sheshouldturn to me. But that she thought she had to whore herself…

“You seriously thought you could bargain your body as some sort of quid pro quo?” I try to keep the anger out of my voice, but she still flinches.

“I told you it was dumb and wrong and bad—just like me.”

“Look at me,” I demand, voice tight.

She obeys, tilting up her tearstained face, and it’s all I can do not to kiss her again.

“Nothingabout you is dumb or bad, but you couldn’t have bribed me with something that was already mine.”

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Bianca

The air in the room suddenly feels too warm. “I’m… I’m yours?”

“You’ve beenmine, angel, for the past two years.” He groans, then pulls me onto his lap. “Can you feel that, baby? Can you feel exactly how badly I need to be in that sweet little cunt?”

And then his hands are on my body, ghosting over my ribs, squeezing my breasts. Strong fingers tease my nipples through the thin material of my dress, his arousal pressing against me. An arc of pure need travels between my nipples and my core, and I can’t help it, I moan.

“You like that, angel? You like my hands on those luscious tits?” He teases an aching nipple with one hand even as his other slides lower, cupping my bottom.

My face heats at both his words and the proof of his desire pressing against me. Breathless, I nod.

Breath hot against my ear, he murmurs, “You better like it. Because they belong to me. And so does this sweet little ass.”

It’s too much. There’s an ache inside me that only he can soothe. I need him, need to belong to him totally, need to feel that hardness inside me.

Twisting around so that I’m looking up at him, I wrap my arms around his neck. “Fuck me, Father, please. I’ve been so naughty…”

He holds my gaze, searching for something. “Is that what turns you on, little girl? That I’m a priest? Or do you need a daddy to fuck you?”

“Both.” I draw in a sharp breath.

He stares up at the ceiling. “God help me.”

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