Page 18 of My Mafia Daddy

There’sdefinitelya story there but it doesn’t look like I’m getting it.

Not now anyway.

“Fucking hell, you’re so uptight. Such an asshole. I preferred you as Wilson Anderson.”

Nowthisgets a reaction.

An evil looking smile.

The glint in his eyes makes my pulse race faster. I know that look. It means I’m getting somewhere. Since I’m basically half naked myself, it’s very challenging to stop the heat from rushing through my body.

I could back off here.

But I already know I’m not going to. How can I when I’m finally getting something out of him?

Any attention is better than no attention.

And actually,thisis the most exciting attention of all.

“At least Wilson was respectful. He knew how to treat a woman.” I eye him discretely while poking around at my food. “That was so attractive. Shame it was a lie.”

He growls, his eyes flashing at me.

This is a warning.

He’s trying to tell me that he’s dangerous as if I don’t already know that.

I poke the fire some more.

“I guess it’s true what they say about older men. You aren’t gentleman.”

He laughs roughly.

I canhearhow much I’m getting to him.

“It’s more likely men like you are rude because you simply don’t know how to please a woman. Rudeness keeps women at arm’s length.”

“Watch it,” he groans.

Is he turned on?

Fucking hell, I know I am. Wetness pools between my thighs. I’m trembling all over. I kinda want to push him over the edge until neither of us can handle it anymore.

“Why?” I smirk. “Hitting a nerve? Is it true?” I lean in a little closer. “Maybe you can’t satisfy a woman because of your manhood. Small, is it? That’s a real shame. Must be really hard for you walking around all the time, knowing you’re no good to anyone.”

My heart leaps into my throat as soon as he launches off the couch.

Before I know what’s happening next, he’s looming over me like a predator ready to consume me whole. Now the trembling in my body is impossible to ignore. The heat emanating from him rolls over me, flooding me with an intense need unlike anything I have ever experienced before.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Why do I like this so damn much?

“It seems you didn’t heed my warning the other day, Emma.”

“What warning is that?”

As if I haven’t been thinking about those words ever since he said them, torturing myself trying to work out what he meant.

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