Page 48 of Mafia Princess

I placed my arm behind my head and stared at her, taking in her nakedness. This would probably sound like every damn cliché in the book, but I had never seen a woman as gorgeous as she was. Every sensual curve, every perfect inch of her body was nothing short of exquisite, especially paired with the confidence she was currently oozing while strolling naked up and down my bedroom.

She tossed a towel onto my stomach. “There you go, cowboy.”

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one who went all cowgirl, riding me like I was the last fucking stallion on earth.”

She scoffed before climbing over me onto the other side of the bed.

I did not think it was possible, but I swore to God my cock twitched when she maneuvered herself over me.

I wiped myself clean and threw the towel on the floor before turning onto my side to face her. “So, what’s up?”

She snorted. “Cheesy much?”

“No, I don’t mean what’s up,what’s up. I mean, what’s up, as in what’s going on?”

She turned her head and looked at me. “What do you mean?”

“See, I know women. And whenever a woman wants to fuck like we just did, there’s usually something fueling it.”

“So, you’re saying you’ve fucked like that before?”

I stiffened. “I’m not exactly sure what the right answer is to that.”

“Oh, my God!” She slapped my shoulder, and I laughed. “You are such an asshole.” But the way she said it with a playful smile on her face told me I was everythingbutan asshole to her.

We settled down again, and I watched as she nestled her head deeper into the pillow, her eyes closed.

“Are you going to tell me?”

She peeked at me with one eye. “Tell you what?”

“Tell me what fueled you. Did something happen?”

“There’s nothing to tell.” She closed her eye again as if it was her way of dismissing me.

“Princess—”

“I told you,” both her eyes opened, “don’t call me princess.”

I shifted, taking her completely by surprise when I pushed myself on top of her, settling myself between her legs. “I like calling you princess, so get used to it.”

“Did I mention you’re an asshole?”

“More than once.” I grinned. “Now, tell me.”

She leaned her head to the side, pretending to gaze out the bedroom window when she was actually avoiding making eye contact.

“It’s nothing.” Her answer was clipped, and I didn’t buy it for a second.

“Does this nothing have something to do with Enzio?” What could I say? I was a cop, which made me a prier.

“Maybe.” Another short answer that raised my suspicion.

“Karina.”

“Okay, fine.” She huffed. “After last night’s standoff with Enzio, Antonio wanted answers.”

I narrowed my eyes. “And you gave him these answers?”

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