Page 13 of My Daddy Is A Mob Boss

All this talk about our summer sex schedule turns me on more than he knows.

But I can’t possibly give into my attraction.

What. A. Mistake. That. Would. Be.

I’d be the laughingstock of Sicily if word got out.

And what I said about keeping my family safe is true, as well.

Never in a trillion years would I forgive myself if I endangered their lives or split them up.

"What to do, what to do." I push out a growl as I sink under the swimming hole, then my right middle finger moves to my ass…

I sigh as I finger my hole for the first time in my life, welcoming the pleasant sensations that bubble up inside me.

I’m losing my mind.

That’s the only explanation as to why I’m fingering myself while thinking about Dino.

What if Dino… topped me?

Eeeeeek! Pump the brakes. I’m not ready to unpack that shit right now.

A familiar figure slides into the spot next to me. "Hey, nut swallower."

It’s Roman, Bentley’s boyfriend.

He’s a stone-cold Russian hitman who I thought was a great dude after he swung by for my sons’ weddings a while ago.

"That’s not a very gay-friendly greeting." I continue fingering my hole.

"Oh, suck my dick. I’m a nut swallower, too."

"I haven’t swallowed a nut since college."

Roman guffaws. "Those lips are too plump for that to be the truth. You’ve got nut swallowing lips."

I smack my lips together, recalling the gloss Isabella and her girlfriend applied… then immediately sigh. "Don’t be crude."

Roman sighs. "Look, I wanted to run something by you. My entire family and all their partners want to swing by at the end of this month to meet your crazy clan."

"Sweet Jesus."

"Bentley told them how great y’all were and they’re demanding to come to Italy."

"Y’all are Russian Mafia. The Italians wouldn’t let you in."

Roman smirks. "The great thing about the Italian border agents is that they’re not really Russophobia once you slide a couple grand in their pockets."

"Russophobia. That’s a new one."

"It’s tough being Russian in the world these days."

"Kinda self-inflicted if you ask me."

"Well, my brothers and I met our partners before that shit started," Roman growls. "Someone… didn’t expect the Russian brand to become so toxic."

"Someone… should’ve known that Russians are always toxic and made you Italian instead."

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