Page 17 of The Mafia's Desire

He paused when he saw tears fill her eyes. “Baby, I’m not going to hurt you. I want to make sure you’re healing. If you’re so against me looking, I’ll call Dr. Ben in, but you better know I’ll still be in the room. You’re mine, and I plan to take very good care of you.”

She stopped struggling.

“Good girl.” He pulled the gown up over her hips and tucked it under her breasts. He ignored the silky white lace panties she wore. She was much too thin, but he’d take care of that. Her contusions and scrapes were fading, and he could see how light her skin was.

Looking at his hand on her stomach, he noticed a sharp contrast between his darker-tone skin and her snowy white. Her tone was so light he could see a few of her veins below the surface of her skin. It made her seem even more delicate to him.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He hadn’t realized he was staring down at his hand for a long while. “Nothing.” He pressed on a few places and watched her expression to see if any of them were tender. He was glad he hadn’t hit her ribs and bruised or broken them because he knew from experience it took a while to heal.

He pulled the gown back down. He wanted to push it farther up and look at her breasts, but he was trying to gain her trust. He was already having to hold himself back from tasting her the way he wanted to.

“Let’s roll you over,” he said.

She balked at first but then did what he said. Eventually, she would learn to follow his instructions immediately or get punished.

He shoved the gown up to her shoulders. Fuck. Her ass was a work of art, and her legs looked long and toned from this angle. Her butt was round and enough for his hands, but he knew it would get even better when she put on some weight.

Ethan wanted to see it wiggle when she walked and have those dimples on them and her thighs that told him she was healthy, but women hated. He knew that sounded weird, but he’d always liked his woman with a little more meat on their bones. He knew it went against society’s standards, but he always thought it was fucked up. No man he knew wanted a skinny girl.

The girls his cousins had were fuller-figured, just the way they liked them. If he remembered correctly, they each had come to them on the thin side, but they added to their figures over time and with good food.

He couldn’t hold back from running his hand down her legs, up over her ass, and onto her silky back. She had little to no bruising here, and he could see as well as feel how silky her skin was. Ethan kept his hand running lightly over her whole backside and was pleased when he felt her relax into the mattress.

“Do you like this, baby?” he asked.

“Mmmm.”

He grinned and kept stroking her. He was elated when he realized she had fallen asleep. Not only did she like his hands on her, but she also trusted him enough to nap with him in the same room. He continued for a few more minutes before gently pulling the blanket over her because he didn’t want to wake her. The more she slept, the quicker she’d heal.

After he left her bedroom, he tracked down one of the girls and found Angel. “I have to leave. Will one of you sit with her for me?”

“Sure. We like her and enjoy having her here.”

“I’ll be taking her to my house to live, but she’ll be here often.”

Angel grinned. “Does she know that?”

“She does now.” Ethan chuckled and walked out the door.

Chapter Nine

Sara woke later that day to see Angel sitting in a chair off to the side, reading a book.

“You guys don’t have to stay with me. I can walk and get up by myself.”

Angel grinned. “Ethan gave the orders.”

Sara rolled her eyes and sat up. That was when she saw her nightgown bunched up over her chest. When Angel laughed knowingly, Sara could feel her face heat with a blush. She remembered lying facedown and Ethan rubbing her backside.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” Angel said. “It’s good that he likes to touch you.”

“Even if I don’t want him to?”

Angel tilted her head to the side. “Is that true? Do you not want him to touch you?”

Sara sat up with her back to the headboard and pulled the blanket up to her chest. “I don’t know. A day ago, I still thought he would kill me for what I witnessed, and now he says he wants to take me home with him.”

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