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“Okay,” I nod eagerly, rubbing my sex roughly against him, too far gone to care.

“Roman,” he whispers, tracing his lips to the sensitive part of my neck. “Scream my name when you come all over me.”

That is all it takes to send me over the edge. My body draws taut with pleasure and my toes curl a second before my sex clenches over his hardness and I am bucking on his lap, a loud sob breaks through as my body explodes.

“Roman… Oh!” I sob, rocking hard against him and drawing out the climax.

I drop against him when the trembles die down. I let out a little contented sigh when he tightens his arms around me, smoothening a warm hand over my back which leaves me feeling safer than I have in such a long time.

Roman, I think dreamily.

His name is Roman. It fits him.

Very few people are called Roman and if he has strong ties to the Italian Mafia, then he might be someone I know.

I chuckle against his chest, my head high from the climax.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, his voice so low and soothing. I find myself wanting to stay encompassed in his arms forever.

“I just had a crazy thought,” I whisper, my voice so relaxed, it sounds unfamiliar to my ears. “You have the same name as the leader of the Italian Mafia. Roman Battista, you may have heard of him.”

“You know him?” he asks, his voice low.

“Hmm, no. I’ve never met him but I’ve heard he is a cruel man. You’re Italian, you might know him. They say he likes to kill with the blade he got from his grandfather or something.”

“Hmm, I actually got the blade from my grandmother so the rumors are wrong on that front.Nonawas an expert in sword fighting. Had a Japanese teacher and everything and I was quite honored when she gifted me the blade on my tenth birthday.”

The silence in the room is deafening but Roman doesn’t halt his hands’ slow glide down my back, oblivious to the conflict in my head.

Shit!

What are the fucking chances that I would get myself tangled with the Italian Mafia Don?

Chapter Six

Roman

I emerge from the bathroom freshly changed to find her waiting by the door, fidgeting about.

Ivy Campbell.

I had Antonio get her name from her friends and he’d texted me his findings while she was cleaning up. Now that I know her name, not much has changed.

I want her just as much as I did before, but with the way her eyes are darting around and the anxiety clouding her eyes, I can tell that she is not ready for me yet.

She’s been this way ever since she learned my name.

I don’t blame her.

Everything she’s heard about me is true and then some. I have quite the reputation and I have absolutely earned it. She would be right to be terrified of a man such as myself especially someone as innocent as her but…

I would never hurt her.

Christ, how do I prove it?

“Can I… I want to leave now,” she says, cutting through my thoughts.

I don’t want her to leave just yet, but I can hardly keep her here if she doesn’t want to stay.

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