Page 4 of Stalked By the Mafia Prince

She jumps and spins toward me with a little gasp, her green eyes going wide when she sees me. “You!” she says with surprise.

I can't exactly say I sense fear in her. It's more like an anxiousness or excitement.

I stalk over to her slowly, a smile curving my lips and my heart hammering as I get nearer to her and her sweet, berry scent washes over me. I feel my core settling and my shoulders relaxing at finally being near her again.

This woman…I need her.

“Ah, you remember me.”

She blinks up at me. “Of course I remember you.” She speaks softly, cautiously.

“And who am I?” I prompt her as my eyes rake over her, drinking her in.

She licks her lips nervously, and I fight back a groan as my eyes home in on her little tongue sliding across the puffy pink flesh of her lips.

“The man who somehow got into the office the other night and said he knows who I am,” she whispers.

“My name,tesoro,” I prompt her, needing to hear it spoken in her breathy little voice. She has yet to say my name, and I'm dying to see if it sounds the same way in real life as it does in my fevered dreams.

“Massimo,” she whispers.

I close my eyes and savor the musical sound of the syllables rolling over her tongue. My name so softly spoken in her husky little voice floods my senses, sounding even better than I ever imagined.

“Get in the car,tesoro,” I order her gently yet sternly.

Her brow furrows. “What?”

I motion to my idling vehicle. “Let me drive you home.”

She hesitates like a rabbit caught in a snare and looks between me and the car, weighing her options.

I take another step toward her to close the remaining distance between us and reach out to gently cup her cheek. Silky soft. I feel a tremble pass through her. Her lips part and her breathing quickens so that her little chest is heaving up and down.

She looks up at me with those emerald green eyes, and I see the desire hidden in their depths. She senses the predator in me. She senses the danger and power, but she's drawn to me—just like I am her.

“Come on, Gracie,” I croon to her, coaxing her gently as I take her hand and begin pulling her over to the vehicle, my skin buzzing where our palms touch.

She glances behind her as if someone is going to come and save her, but I tighten my grip on her hand.No one is going to take you away from me, tesoro.

When she turns back to me, it’s with resignation in her eyes. She swallows and gives me a brief nod. Victory swells my chest as I open the door and help her into the car before sliding in next to her.

I close the door with finality.

Finally, I have her all to myself.

I'm not going to waste a single moment either.

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Grace

After a week of seeing his face in my mind every time I close my eyes, here he is again.

Massimo.

He's just as dark and handsome as I remember with an aura of power and danger pulsing around him.

He has that kind of self-assurance about him that only men with great power have. His tone was commanding when he told me to get in the vehicle, even though it wasn't harsh, though he made it clear that I didn't have a choice in the matter.

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