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Also in this Series Vow to the King

Vow to the King is another book in the same series as Mafia Fire, Mafia Beast, Mafia Captor and Mafia Savior.

Excerpt from Chapter ONE…

Emilia

Strong forearms diginto my belly, knocking the wind from me. No! My assailant holds me tighter, my back pressing into his chest. I can feel the muscles beneath his shirt shifting.

His arms lock around me, creating a prison around my ribcage.

“What do you want?” I hiss, grabbing at his arms, trying to push them away.

His mouth finds my ear, his breath hot against my cheek, and it tickles my skin, making the bits of hair that loosened from my ponytail flutter. “To teach you a lesson.”

It’s the same deep voice that reprimanded me from the SUV.

His hard palm runs over my trembling midriff. My cropped shirt rises, his hot skin caressing my cold torso. My muscles constrict, my belly going hard as a rock. Fear and remorse fill me.

What have I gotten myself into? What is he going to do to me?

One big hand presses into my belly, holding me against him, pushing my ass against the tops of his hard thighs. I dig my fingers into his forearm, a feeble attempt to dislodge him.

Heat from his body travels through his clothing, warming my skin. The clean scent of him hits me, cedar and man. This is the closest to a stranger I’ve ever been. My mind goes to my mother’s other collection of books, the ones that hide under my bed. The spicy romance novels that I’ve dog-eared, re-reading my favorite scenes time and time again.

Is it the cool night air or the feel of his body that has my breasts heavy, my nipples tightening against my sports bra? A shiver tears through me, making me shudder and as I do, my hips roll, my ass accidently circling his lap.

WhoamI, responding like this? I’m acting like one of the women in my books, wanting this and fearful of it all at the same time. My body is at war with my mind.

He lets out a low groan. The hand on my breast becomes his pinning hand, the one on my belly changing position, sliding up around my neck. He holds it lightly in his hand, his mouth so close to my ear now, his lips are touching my skin.

“What,” I say again, my voice shaking, “do you want?”

“I told you.” He drags his hand upward, smoothing over my curves, the pad of his thumb brushing ever so slightly over my traitorous nipple. “I want to teach you a lesson.”

“I’m all good on lessons, thanks.” Why is my ass pushing harder against him? My hips moving with a mind of their own… What is wrong with me?

“There are bad, bad men out here. Men that would take an innocent little girl like you and destroy her.” He cups my breast in his palm, squeezing. “Let me tell you what you’re going to do now…”

Is he one of the men my father warned me about…?

The idea and his touch cause my body to go to war with itself. Fear and adrenaline unite, wrapping around my spine. At the same time, dampness creeps between my thighs.

He continues, breath hot on my skin. “You’re going to turn around and run home. We’ll follow you in our car to be sure you get home safely. And don’t let me find you out here again.” His hand moves from my breast, slowly palming my belly, my hip.

He turns me slightly and snakes his arm around my waist, grabbing half my ass in his hand. A gasp, sharp and shocked, comes from me as he clutches my curves, the tips of his fingers pressing into my crack, one wandering middle finger pressing hard against my rear entrance.

This stranger has his finger pressing into my asshole…

His intrusion makes me shoot up on the balls of my feet, my fingers clutching at the forearm of the hand that holds my neck. His touch becomes more aggressive, his finger pushing harder through the spandex of my shorts.

I can’t breathe. I can’t think.

His words tear me from my cloud of shock. “I don’t ever want you on this road alone again. Do you understand?” His finger pushes harder through my clothing. The unspoken threat of where he’d punish me if he found me out here again hangs between us in the air, heavy and cold as a block of ice.

His fingers tighten around my nipple till I squeal. “If you understand, say ‘yes, sir.’”

Should I try to kick him, stomp on his foot, run away? I look to the SUV. The door in the back is open. He has a driver, so at least one other man is with him.

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