Page 34 of Mafia Boss's Fake Fiancée

“Okay.” He gives me a small nod, and then his lips move against mine.

Slowly. Gently.

His hand lowers to my bare shoulder, gliding down my skin. The fire inside me ignites instantly, and I guess it doesn’t matter whether we’re taking it slow or not.

It’s just him. He’s the one who’s affecting me like this.

His feather-like kisses on my neck make me close my eyes. His fingers slide the straps of my top down my shoulders so gently and slowly that my skin feels electrified.

It’s not going to work, is it? Moving on and forgetting him.

But what choice do we have? He doesn’t want to be in a relationship, and Cesare would never let me marry his best friend.

A soft moan slips past my lips as Salvatore wraps his arms around me from behind and caresses my stomach. It doesn’t matter what will happen later. I just want to enjoy the here and now.

I’ll treasure these moments in my memory, and now that I know why Salvatore used to bully me, I don’t even have to hate myself for it. Well, not entirely anyway.

Why does it feel like I’m falling for the guy who’s the worst option there is? It should be someone who’s willing to do anything for me. Someone who’s not afraid to love or be loved.

I turn around in his embrace and look into his eyes.

Could he change his mind about love?

He presses his lips against mine, and my thoughts scatter.

I’ll take what I can get. No more, no less.

CHAPTER16

Salvatore

Why doestime fly so fast when I’m with Adriana? Our flight seemed to last two seconds, and we’d been talking about everything and anything so much that I couldn’t even focus on anything else.

I even automatically declined a business call that I would’ve taken. Business can wait until later, once Adriana isn’t with me anymore.

Why does the idea of her leaving make me feel so disappointed? I don’t want her to go home. I want her to spend at least another week with me.

Maybe I could come up with a fake emergency or something, although we sort of already have one. We still don’t know what we’ll find out about the potential threat from Ismaele, and I hate that my men can’t find any more info, but there’s no real reason for Adriana to stay with me.

Our deal is our deal, and it won’t change. She’ll be safe with her family. I don’t have to worry about that.

And yet...

It doesn’t change anything about how I feel, and it’s not just because I want to fuck her again. Sex is one of the good things, but I like her company too.

“This was a really bad idea,” Adriana says as she tries to move on her skis.

I let out a laugh because the look on her face is hilarious. “Have you never been skiing before?”

“No, not really.”

I tilt my head at her. “Did you stay at home then? Because I’m pretty sure Cesare went on skiing trips.”

“Oh, I didn’t stay home. We all went,” she makes quote marks in the air, “skiing. We went to all the fancy ski resorts, because why the hell not? But we just stayed in the hotel, or took walks, or went shopping. When my brothers and I were younger, we sometimes played in the snow, but my parents had zero interest in skiing. I think Enzo tried once, but I wasn’t with him then.”

“It’s never too late to try.” I give her an encouraging smile.

“Yeah, I guess. Unless all the snow disappears eventually. Maybe I should go back—” Her skis move forward as she yelps.

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