Page 43 of Dark Mafia Heir

One hour later,and I’m emerging from the cool crystal-blue waters of the swimming pool like a water goddess on a mission to teach the mortal men on the island a lesson they will never forget.

The scorching sun beats down on my skin, making the water droplets sparkle like tiny diamonds. I feel the warmth seep into my pores, and I don’t bother reaching for a towel to dry off. Instead, I let the sun do its work, evaporating the water from my skin as I bask in its radiant heat on the pool chair.

The warmth is exhilarating, and I feel alive, refreshed, and rejuvenated after my swim.

But something else prickles at the side of my face and makes my body tingle in an anxious awareness. I don’t need to crack my skull to know what it is. He’s watching me.

From the moment I stepped out into the sun, wearing the sleaziest one-piece swimsuit from Agatha’s selection, Antonio had his eyes on me. From the window in his room, he had the perfect view of everything, from the beautiful sight of nature, the glinting diamond reflection of the pool, to the crisscross ropes on my lemon bikini that barely shielded my assets.

A huge shadow falls over my poolside chair, and when I open my eyes to the sight hard eyes and long hair, the curve on my lips tilt higher.

WhatNiodoesn’t know is that I wasn’t built to behave. I’m only prepared to give him an even more perfect view.

I brush my hair behind my ears and smile up at Lorenzo. His gaze brushes over my body and lingers for a second, until he seems to remember that action, as brisk as it was, can get him killed.

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? Like you, I thought the pool would be a great side to clear my head.”

I nod, pretending to understand. “Busy day?”

He shrugs, and there’s a look in his eyes, like he’s trying not to see me. “Something like that.”

I hadn’t noticed it before, probably because I got off on the wrong foot with almost everyone in this house, but Lorenzo is . . . kind of cute.If cute was any way to describe a hot man with a hard exterior.

He starts to move away, and I jump on my feet to follow him. “Hey, Lorenzo, can we be friends?”

That makes him pause and turn to stare at me, first with wide eyes, and then they grow a fraction wider. I think it was my question that put that look of concern there, but I should have been a bit more observant.

If I was, I’d have noticed that Antonio’s window was now empty, and the man that should have been standing there now lurked behind me like a second shadow.

I don’t make it through a protest. Lorenzo spins upside down when Antonio throws me over his shoulder, and marches off wordlessly with his strong hands clamped down on my ankle.

In a matter of seconds, I’m in my bedroom, the door bangs shut behind us, and I’m flung on the bed like a rag doll.

“Turn the fuck around,gattina.Right now.”

“What are you going to do?” I glare at him. “Spank me?”

The growl that rips through his throat is beastly when he lurches forward and, with unearthly strength, flips me around so that I’m lying on my stomach.

Blunt fingernails dig into my thighs, strong hands go around my waist and grip my hips, and?—

A loud smack echoes in the room when he spanks me across the butt cheeks. He smacks me again, hard palms connecting with my soft flesh, and I gasp.

My fingers curl into the sheets, grasping as I struggle to suppress a moan. And I may or may not have arched my ass higher against his crotch. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Antonio as livid as he is now, and it excites me because the source of his anger is, in fact,me.His obsessive possession over me.

I shouldn’t like it. I shouldn’t want him to keep spanking me, but I do anyway.

I feel him move away before I hear the thunder in his voice.

“The next time I see you flirt with another man, he’s going to lose his fucking head, I swear to God.”

Nostrils flaring, fingers clenched, and jaw set like a man on a mission to obliterate his adversities, and yet, I stillunashamedlyfind him hot.

Rolling off the bed, I pretend to be upset and narrow my eyes at him. My ass stings, but pleasure zaps through my body rather than pain.

“Have I ever told you how much of an asshole you are, Antonio Mancini? If yes, then I don’t think I have told you enough.”

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