Page 27 of The Sicilian Princess
"I told him because even though I am not a part of the outfit anymore I'm still a Falcone. He would do it just to hold a favor over me for a later time." It was the way of all men in our world.
"I wish he would just do it because of me." Rose was sullen.
"I hate to say this, but you are a woman. If he did this for you, the blowback would not outweigh enough for him. He needed incentive, and you didn't have any."
It hurt to be so blunt, but she was a Mafioso princess; she knew the score. Women were no better than animals in our world. We traded them for alliances. Some of them got the short end and were treated like shit. Once you were married, you were the property of your husband. He could do whatever he saw fit to you. I could tell Rose was still angry with me and I wasn't sure how to fix it. I wasn't even sure if she wanted me to fix it. I had broken her trust. Although, according to her rules, she should trust me regardless, but I could see pointing out that fact would not bode well for me. I kissed the back of her neck just like she liked it. I wasn't going to lose her. Not after I had finally found her. We could fix this.
"No." My little thorn was throwing her head back and forth, trying to dislodge me.
I growled into her neck and pulled away briefly. She let out a sigh of relief. I let her have it before I went back to nibbling on her neck. The sure-fire way to get a woman to forgive was to fuck her into submission. My little thorn might be different than most women, but I knew if I could just get her mind off my lie, she would forgive me. If this didn't work, I would have to pull out the big guns and do something else to fix what I had broken.
"Get away," her mouth said, but her moans were coming in loud and clear.
I chuckled smugly. "It doesn't seem like you really want me to get off you, little thorn." Before she could protest, I went right back to nibbling on her. She was a delicacy. I had been too rough with her as of late. I needed to show her how good it could be between us. As much as I loved treating her like my naughty, dirty little slut, I needed to cherish her and treat her like Daddy's little girl. Maybe a little role-play would do it.
"We can't."
Was she reading my mind? This was why I chose her over all others. This was why I couldn't stay away from her. This was why I couldn't fight the way I felt about her.
"Sh, it's just you and me, baby girl. I want to play. Will you be a good girl and make Daddy feel good?" I lulled. She was reaching that place, the one where reality couldn't touch her. I wanted to take her there and beyond.
"Yes, Daddy."
I wanted to jump for joy. I'd won. She spread her pretty thighs on my lap and let her head drop back onto me. She was trusting me to make this a good experience for her and I'd be damned if I didn't. Just as I was trailing my hand lower, banging started on the front door.
"Again," I growled.
Whoever was interrupting time with my baby girl, was about to get punched in the face. Rose shook herself out of her daze and I wanted to cry at the loss of her. I strode to the door and yanked it open.
Maddox was there, fist raised, his face flushed with anger. "Why the fuck is Eunji in New York? What have you gotten her into, Nicolo?"
Rose gasped and Maddox had the decency to look chagrined.
"She didn't know you knew, fucker," I growled.
My list of lies was piling up and if I didn't do something quick, Rose was going to leave me. I wouldn't let her go. I would force her to live in a secluded area for the rest of her life before allowing her to leave me. There was no going back. It was us against the world, and I was going to make sure Rose knew it, whether she wanted to or not.
