Page 21 of The Mafia Princess

“My name is Aryanna.”

“To me, you’ll be Anna. I hope that’s all right.”

“Oh, well, I don’t know.”

He smiled. “You’ll get used to it.”

She frowned at him and shoved her dress down before pushing the blanket aside.

“You’re a beast,” she hissed.

He chuckled. “That’s something else you’ll get used to.”

“No.” She rolled off the other side of the bed. “Since everything is out in the open, I can get my own room until I figure out what I’ll do.”

A spike of anger grew. “Well, Princess, that won’t happen. You’re stuck with me.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t think so.”

He stood to his full height and walked toward her. She took several steps back when he got close to her and didn’t look like he was going to stop. She gasped when her back hit the wall.

He laid his hands on the sheetrock on either side of her shoulders, penning her in.

“I’m only going over this once. My father gave me you for a reason, and you’ll be in this room until I get the story from him.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” she said.

He cupped her chin in his hand. “Let’s see if you don’t already belong to me.”

He caught her gasp in his mouth when his lips pressed down on hers. He was gentle and slow at first but immediately needed more from her, so he opened her mouth to feel and taste her the way he wanted to. When he lifted his head a minute later, his arms were tight around her, her head was back, and her eyes were closed. The flush on her face told him she was as affected by him as he was. His head dipped, and he took her again because he wasn’t ready to let her go yet. Her moan pulled him out of his hazy need, thankfully, before he went too far.

“Hey, Love. I think that proves something, doesn’t it?”

He loved how she struggled to settle and open her eyes.

She blinked several times. “What?”

He grinned. “I think I muddled your brain. That’s good.”

“Muddled?”

“Yes. I made you hot.”

He knew the instant she became aware of being pressed tightly against his chest when she gasped and tried to push him away.

“I can’t believe you did that.”

Remington grinned. “Oh, I’m going to keep doing that and more.”

She smacked his shoulder and then pressed a hand to her mouth. “I’m sorry. I can’t believe I just struck you.”

Damn, if she wasn’t the sweetest woman he’d ever known. “You didn’t hurt me, Love.”

Aryanna relaxed. “Okay. Good.”

He wasn’t going to tell her he hardly felt it because it would just piss her off again.

He needed to get on her good side. It would be easier to take care of her and do the things that popped into his mind the longer he held her.

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