Page 115 of My Mafia Daddy

The only problem is what now?

What do I do?

I used to spend my free time studying or reading, relaxing and watching my favorite TV shows, chatting and occasionally hanging out with friends. Typical stuff.

But now I don’t seem to have the heart for any of that.

Now, there’s only one thing I want, one person I want to see. He’d left a few days after recouping at my apartment, andthough I insisted on him staying, he refused, saying he had a few things to deal with.

I miss him.

I don’t know what the hell is going on with him right now…

“Whoa!”

Just as I make it into my bedroom, a shadow catches my eye.

Maybe this should freak me out, but it doesn’t.

I know that face, and that cheeky glint in his eyes.

Owen ishere.

Somehow, he slipped in, I can’t believe it.

“What are you doing here?” I ask as I lace my arms around his neck. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Well, since I’m healing up nicely,” he tells me in between delicious kisses. “I think I need to claim you. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

The way he says that he wants to claim me sends a shudder down my spine. Just like it did when he said that he wanted to punish me.

Iknowthis kiss is going to lead to more, especially when he presses me up against the wall, but before we go too far, I need to be sure.

“Pineapple,” I whisper against his lips as he yanks back from me. The way that he immediately respects our safe word makes my heart swell with joy. “Owen, I know you say you’re healing, but I need to check you. I need to make sure you’re all right.”

He smirks the moment he realizes why I used the safe word. “Oh, baby I’m good, you don’t need to worry about me. Ineedyou.”

I try to give him a look, but he’s too busy kissing me again, pressing his body against me hard, making me ache for him all over.

Damn it, how am I supposed to be strong with him when he makes me feel likethis? It’s crazy. All I really want to do is caveto temptation and have him already. I crave him so badly, it’s like I’m an addict, hungry for my next fix of him.

I grab him back, just as hard, deciding that if he thinks he’s healed enough, then so be it. Who am I to argue?

Well, aside from the medical professional who cared for him…

“You know, I brought one of my little toys with me,” he tells me with a smirk as he tucks his hand in his pocket. “If this is what you want?”

The cuffs send a shudder of excitement down my spine.

Fuck, of course this is what I want.

“Come to the bed with me,” I growl excitedly. “Where the magic happens.”

I let out a little squeal as he scoops me off my feet and carries me to my bed.

I crash down hard on the sheets, groaning with delight as my hands automatically rise above my head.

I know exactly what’s expected of me now.

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