Page 20 of Mafia Princess

A waitress with a tray full of shots walked past them and leaned down while Antonio and Dante each took a glass. When Karina tried to reach for one, Antonio waved the waitress away, leaving Karina emptyhanded. By the way she pouted and crossed her arms, I knew she was pissed off. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. She was cute when she was pissed off. She was cute when she smiled too. Basically, she was always cute, no matter what she did.I’m such a fucking weirdo.

For the next hour and a half, I sat there and watched the lot of them. Dante had three girls draped over him like Sunday morning’s laundry. Antonio was watching a woman dance on the table in front of him, giving him his own personal show.Lucky son of a bitch.

What I did notice was Karina had been going to the ladies’ room quite a lot during the last hour. Something else I noticed too—which her brothers didn’t—was she had been sneaking in shots en route to or from the ladies’ room. Clever girl.

The bartender placed another drink in front of me, and I thanked him without looking his way. I was too busy watching Karina looking as hot as fuck in her black dress.

She leaned toward Dante and said something to him. He nodded, and she walked to the stairs down to the bottom floor.

The way she looked and the way she walked was like she owned everyone and everything around her. Men strained their necks to get a better look at her, yet she was completely oblivious. She didn’t notice all the inconspicuous glances her way, but I did. I noticed all the fucking assholes drooling after her like slobbering dogs, and it made me wish I had the right to punch each and every one of them in the balls.

With every step she took down the stairs, I felt the excitement brewing inside my chest.Or is it in my pants?I didn’t know. But what I did know was I wanted to get closer to her, which was why I jumped out of my seat and started pushing and shoving my way through the crowd toward her.

The second she took that final step, I was right in front of her, and the way her eyes widened when she saw me made me smile like the Cheshire Cat.

“Miss Valenti. What a surprise seeing you here.”

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Is it?”

“Is it what?”

“A surprise?”

I stepped closer, the now short distance between us causing me to tower over her. “I guess you’ll never know.”

She looked up at me, and our gazes locked. Suddenly I was hyperaware we were surrounded by the smell of alcohol, sweat, and sex. The lights, the music, the atmosphere all played perfectly together like the entire night existed with one goal in mind—ecstasy.

The way her brown eyes darkened, her lips slightly parted, I knew she was aware of it too.

Her throat moved as she swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling, and I was wondering—no, hoping—it was because of me, because of how close I was to her.

“What are you doing here, Detective?”

“This is a club, Miss Valenti. I’m here to have some fun.” I didn’t inch away. I loved that we were this close, that I could see the faint shimmer of perspiration on her chest running down between her breasts. The way the yellow lights caught the side of her face and made her eyes seem like they had stripes of gold swirling around in them—almost magical. With her long, dark hair hanging down her naked shoulders, her smooth olive skin begging to be touched, Karina looked like a fucking exotic goddess—a goddess I’d like to be buried in balls deep.

She flicked her hair over her shoulder. “Somehow, I doubt that.”

“Don’t tell me I don’t look like the fun type.”

“You don’t look like the nightclub type,” she replied, her eyes never leaving mine.

I stepped closer. “What type do I look like?”

She glanced down to my mouth then up again. There was a hunger in her eyes. A hunger I was very familiar with since I was fucking ravenous—for her.

“The dangerous type,” she replied hesitantly.

The way her lips moved demanded all my attention. Her full, red lips practically begged me to take them, suck them, and kiss them until they were swollen.

“What do you want, Detective?”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her sinfully delicious-looking mouth. “What if I’m not exactly sure what I want?”

“Then I’d say it’s about time you grow up and figure out what you want.” She leaned closer, bringing her lips mere inches from mine. “And then take it.”

Fuck me. The challenge in her voice and the seduction swirling around in her dark irises sent all my blood straight to my cock. My balls instantly retracted, and I already felt that desire for release starting to barrel up and down my spine.

Unable to control my desire for this woman any longer, I reached out and pushed my hand behind her head, grabbing a fistful of her thick, long hair. Her breath came out in a huff, and her lips parted, making me want to thrust my tongue deep down her throat, to tongue-fuck her until we both were unable to breathe.

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