Page 80 of Mafia Kings: Dario

“…yes,” I admitted.

“What did Niccolo tell you about the eastern wing of the second floor?”

“But Caterina was going to deliver your breakfast, and she was busy,” I lied, “and she wanted me to help her – ”

Dario put up a hand. I stopped talking immediately.

“What did Niccolo tell you about the eastern wing of the second floor?”

I cast my eyes down at the floor. “…not to come here.”

“And yet you did.”

“…yes.”

“And then you looked in at me while I was in the shower.”

My eyes flew up to his face in a panic.

He was staring at me angrily.

“…yes,” I whispered and looked back down at the floor.

“Do you do that a lot? Spy on people?”

“No,” I protested, even as I guiltily thought of Caterina and Valentino the other day.

Dario grabbed my chin roughly and lifted my face. “Look at me.”

I stared into his dark eyes. I could barely breathe.

“You watched me while I was naked,” he said.

I bit my lower lip and nodded mutely.

“Then I think it’s only fair I seeyounaked,” he said.

My eyes grew wide. “Dario – ”

“DON Rosolini to you.”

“…Don… Rosolini…”

“Yes?”

“Please… I don’t…”

“It wasn’t a question,” he said, his voice deep and smoky.

My heart was thudding in my chest…

My face felt scorching hot…

And between my legs, I felt the same throbbing desire as last night.

But I just stood there staring into his eyes.

He kept his right hand on my chin, forcing me to look up at him…

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