Page 25 of Spring Break with a Mafia Prince
“No.” I squeezed her waist until she made a different sort of sound. I growled low in response. “But I might show you other things I like.”
“Good. Then I want to learn how to give you as much pleasure as you gave me last night. And I want to understand all the ink on you. Plus probably a thousand other questions that will annoy the hell out of you.”
“Too cute.”
“Okay, so are we good then?” She smiled brightly at me.
I blinked. “I still can't work out if it’s sass or brat but damn girl, we are going to talk about that spanking I promised you.” I dropped a hand to her ass and squeezed hard until she whimpered deliciously. My lips brushed her ear. “And your thighs do bruise well. I checked while you slept.”
Her hitched breath did strange things to my cock.
“You checked?—”
She could think on that one for a while.
“Go home, Bella. I’ll message when I’m done, alright?” I kissed her deeply, then decided to hell with all of it, twisting her hair in my fist and made it a touch rougher. My tongue drove into her mouth as her finger closed into fists on my shirt.
When I drew back, she gasped for breath and her cheeks were stained the prettiest pink.
“Is that how you usually kiss?” she asked faintly.
“I told you who I am, Bella. I’ll be sweet with you as long as you need. But I like to play rough now and then.”
Her nails dug into my pecs. “Show me?”
“Fuck, you are a little brat.” What sort of monster had I unleashed with her? And I still wasn’t convinced that she didn’t love every damn minute of what we did. “Go home, Bella,” I ordered. My tone softened, along with my kisses. “I’ll see you soon. Then we can talk about something more…permanent, if that’s what you want.”
She nodded and walked away when I let her go, glancing over her shoulder once. I waited until she disappeared around the corner at the top of the hill, then I made my way back to the boat.
This time, we hadn’t said goodbye at all.
CHAPTER TEN
BELLA
Falcon left his wallet in his jacket. The second one I stole—by accident. By the time I realized, I was back home and he had returned to his boat. I sent through a few messages, but he didn’t answer. I remembered he said he had work to do, and I knew he’d be busy but I figured he might need the wallet, so I walked back down the hill after checking my own father was still asleep—snoring after last night’s bender, thankfully.
The sun had risen high by the time I reached the jetty, and my body hurt kind of all over just as I had confessed to Falcon earlier. Still, I walked slowly along the jetty, marking out the smaller yacht that still looked big to me that we had taken out the week before. A man with sandy blond hair worked in it. I gave him a wave as he passed and he murmured a quietgood morningthat I returned.
The closer I got to Falcon's boat, the more misgivings I had. He’d said he would message me when he was done, and I hadn’t heard back yet. I was on the cusp of turning around and heading back home when a feminine voice hailed me from the level above the water line. I looked up—right up a very short dress that appeared to cover a bikini that wasn’t really doing its job.
“Hi,” the blond girl called out, waving enthusiastically. “Are you Falcon’s girlfriend?”
“Uh–” Was I? We hadn’t really talked about it. “I just came to return some of his things.” I held up the jacket and the concealed wallet. “I figured he might need them today. Is he about?”
“Oh, he’s here somewhere.” She gestured to the boat that, at a glance in the daylight, looked as big as a house moored at the end of the long jetty.
“Okay…”
“Come on.” She clattered down a set of stairs in heels. I winced, thinking of the other young man and his well loved boat. “I’ll show you around.”
“Uh—” I had the vocal strength of a sea cucumber today. “Sure, just for a sec.”
Long enough to find his room, deliver his things, and walk out again.
“This way!” The girl in the sparkly dress that looked like it was better suited to last night’s cocktail party led me down a set of stairs to a living area that looked like ithostedlast night’s cocktail party, and more.
You know who he is. You know what he does.
