Page 68 of Claimed By the Possessive Mafia Prince
“Like what?”
“Like my body is addictive to you.”
My steel pulses as I grow even harder. “That’s because it is.”
I smooth my hands down to her ample, perfect ass and lift her up. She wraps her legs around me and we make out like this, our bodies pressed together, like we’d melt into each other if we could. She runs her hands up and down my back.
“You need to tell me,” she says passionately. “I need to know.”
“Know what?”
“The truth,” she whispers, stopping the kissing.
“The truth is, I want to tear this dress off you and kiss every inch of your body,” I growl.
She twitches her hips against me. It seems like an instinct, like she can’t help it. “About your family.”
I slowly lower her to the ground.
She cocks her head to look at me. She seems even more concerned–scared–than she did last night. “Is there something more going on? More than Old Money? More than looking down oncivilians?”
When I don’t, can’t reply, she goes on, “There was an atmosphere yesterday. It seemed almost… violent. Your uncle. And your godfather. And the stuff you said on the phone, and what that guy said to you. Is your family involved in crime?”
I still can’t speak. I don’t want to lie to her… as if I haven’t done that already.
“I’m your event manager. You don’t have to tell me. But if we’re going to do this…” She lays her palms flat against my chest. She can probably feel my heartbeat thundering. “I think I deserve to know. I’m probably being silly, right? Aren’t I, Dario?”
“Is this because of what Rocco said?”
“Are you dodging the question?”
“I can’t…” I smooth my hand up her arm, over her shoulder, and cradle her face, frame it with my hand. “Siena, I only want to exist in the moment with you. I just want to be the goofy prick who climbed into your boat… and for you to sass me, tease me. I want to forget about everyone else.”
“I want that too,” she whispers. “But I can’t get involved with someone if they won’t answer a simple question.”
“It’s not simple.”
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs. “I don’t mean to keep teasing you. I honestly don’t. I know men hate that.”
“I love when you tease me.”
“I don’t mean to be hot one minute and cold the next.”
“You can be any damn thing you want as long as you stick around.”
“I need to think about myself. I need to be selfish. This, I believe, has to end. And I know I keep saying that. Believe it or not, I’ve meant it every time.”
“Is that what you want?” I demand.
“Want,” she repeats. “That’s an interesting concept.”
I grab her, pull her flush against me, kiss her like my life depends on it. She throws her arms around my shoulders. My body responds as she grinds against me.
“No,” she says, breaking off the kiss. “Damn it, Dario. Let me go.”
Reluctantly, I do so. As I watch her walk away, I wonder if she’s going to look over her shoulder again like the other times, but she doesn’t, and it somehow feels more final this time.
I know it’s not. It can’t be. I will not give up that easily. She deserves honesty. Once I tell her about the mob though, there’s no going back.
