Page 77 of Claimed By the Possessive Mafia Prince
“This was never going to be just a fling. You’re too stubborn, beautiful, clever, and resourceful. You’re tooyou, Siena.”
“You can’t talk your way out of this.”
“I’m telling you the truth. Call it a speech, cheesy, or any damn thing you want. There’s something here, and even if you want to fight it, you feel it too.”
He grabs me as if he owns me. I hate it. I love it. I want more of it.
He pulls me in, and I throw my arms around him and dig my fingernails into the back of his neck as though that can make up for this passion.
The kiss is intoxicating. He groans, the hard ridges of his body pushing through his suit, pressing right against me.
“How many times are you going to kiss me and make me stop you?” I pant.
“At least one more.”
Another cataclysmic kiss. I curl my toes as the desire to touch him all over his body grips me like a vise. He’s growing excited, his manhood stiffening, despite the circumstances, the lies, everything.
“I know who cut the power,” I say, breathing hard.
“What? How? Who?”
“Let me go and I’ll tell you.”
Part of me hopes he doesn’t, tells me I’m too tempting to let go. But then he releases me.
“The resort manager told me it was Rocco. That’s why I asked you to send your man to guard her, Mr. Mafia.”
He frowns at the new nickname. “Rocco,” he growls, his eyes calculating as though he’s remembering certain key moments. “Rocco,” he repeats, nodding. “Fuck.”
I almost tell him about the Rocco-Veronica connection, but what if I get Veronica in trouble? What if I risk her business, my job, our future?
I need to play this carefully.
“Are we done?” I snap.
“We’ll never be done,” he says, full of certainty.
“I’m not sure you’re right about that.”
“I’m sure,” he snaps.
“Can I go then, Mr. Mafia? Do I have your permission? Or are you going towhackme?”
He flinches at my words. I ignore the tightness in my gut telling me that was mean. “You don’t need my permission. But Nico will be going with you.”
“Do I have a say in the matter?”
“Until I know where Rocco is and I confirm he will not try anything more drastic, no. This is for your own good.”
I walk away before he can stop me. Or before I can stop myself from this need to be close to him. Nico trails after me, keeping a distance. I ignore him and walk back toward the hotel huts, my breath loud in my ears, the sand more of an irritant as it climbs into my shoes and wedges between my toes.
Knocking on Veronica’s door, I raise my voice. “It’s me. I’m coming in.”
“Siena?”
I try to push the door open, but it’s locked.
“You can’t be here.”
