Page 37 of Entangled Mafia Princess

“I am! I can show you my driver’s license.”

“Which can be faked.”

She furrows her brow and tries to come up with a response.

“Frankly,” I continue. “I’m not convinced you’re the right sub for me. You talk a good game—”

“Wasn’t I a good sub for you tonight? I know I wasn’t perfect, but I can be better.”

“I’m not in the market for training a sub.”

She pouts. “Why not?”

“You’re too…virginal.”

“Isn’t that a turn-on?” she asks in a conspiratorial tone. “You’d be the first one to do certain things to me. Like, if you’re into electroplay, you could be the one to pop my electroplay cherry.”

“Popping cherries doesn’t score points with me.”

“Why not? I read stories that men will pay big bucks to do it with virgins.”

“Men like that are insecure: they don’t have what it takes to satisfy a more experienced woman.”

“So if I’m not the right sub for you, who is?”

“Look, princess—”

“The name’s Casey. And I’m not a ‘princess’ just because my family’s well-off.”

I raise a skeptical eyebrow. “What proves you’re not a princess?”

She frowns. “Well, I…”

“Ever go hungry? Ever take public transportation? Sleep in bed linen that has a thread count of less than eight hundred?”

She pouts. “Just because I can afford the finer things—what about you? You drive a Ferrari, wear a Valentino jacket, and that ring with black diamonds looks like it costs a lot.”

We both look at the ring on my right hand.

“Aren’t you a princess?” she accuses.

She’s not wrong. I’m sure my assets are several times what Liam Callaghan is worth. But I didn’t always have a life of luxury.

“I know what it’s like to be hungry,” I tell her. “I’ve gone through garbage to get my dinner and slept on a mattress that didn’t have any sheets at all.”

Her jaw drops. “Really?”

“It was a long time ago. I was lucky enough to be adopted by a couple with means. They changed my life.”

She’s silent for a beat before saying, “Okay, you can call me a princess.”

“As your Dom, I can call you whatever I want.”

The words slip out of my mouth, and, catching them, she perks up.

“Yes, Sir,” she says.

I sigh. “The spanking you got tonight, that’s a small fraction of what I’m capable of. I don’t do BDSM lite.”

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