Page 127 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

She glanced at me sharply. “What do you mean? You’re coming too.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Uh, no, I’m not. Criminal record, remember. And on parole. Don’t think they’re going to let me out of the country anytime soon.”

A full-body tremble took control of her body, and her face paled. “You have to come! I can’t go without you.”

I laughed. “Sure you can. You’ll have Bruno and Viktor to watch over you.”

Her eyes darkened. “Bruno and Viktor let Carlos lock me in a fucking cage and brand me with a hot iron.”

The laughter fell from my lips.

She crossed the room to me and stepped in, her fingers clutched in my shirt. And then she wrapped her arms around my middle and laid her head against my chest, breathing in deeply.

And fuck me, I put my arms around her and hugged her back, until the trembles in her body subsided and her breathing normalized.

She looked up at me, and for a moment, I thought about lowering my lips to hers, kissing her, telling her how bad I wanted her. I wanted to tell her I didn’t care she was carrying another man’s baby or that she was set to marry someone else.

I still wanted her. Every fucking inch of her.

This crush was out of control.

She twisted her fingers through mine, and I sucked in a breath at the feel of her hand. Smaller. Softer. Hands I wanted running through my hair, down my body, circling my cock…

I stepped away, my skin too hot, this fucking crush about to become really embarrassing when I got a hard-on. “I’ll talk to Luca. Maybe he can do something. Keep packing.”

She smiled up at me, and I spun on my heel, getting out of her room before I did something stupid. I forced my feet down the hallway to Luca’s room and opened the door, letting myself in without knocking.

He glanced over from his bed as I leaned against the door, breathing heavy.

He frowned at me. “You good?”

I shook my head, breathing deeply to try to rid my lungs of Nyah’s perfume, only to fill them with Luca’s cologne that smelled just as intoxicating.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back so it was resting on the door. I stared at the ceiling. “No, I’m not fucking good. I’ve got you in here, shirtless, all bedroom eyes even when you don’t mean to. And I’ve got her in the other room, all fucking tits and ass and clinging to me, telling me she only feels safe when I’m around.” I glared at him. “The two of you are fucking killing me.”

Luca didn’t say anything for a beat, and then when he did, it was the absolute wrong thing to say for my barely hanging-on self-control. “What do you need?”

I groaned. “I need you to figure out a way I can get into Scotland when I’m on parole and don’t have a passport.”

“Done,” he said without missing a beat.

I eyed him. “Just like that? Done?”

He sighed. “I could get a fake passport when I was about five years old, Lynx. Ask me to do something actually difficult.”

“Get on your knees and take my cock.”

I hadn’t meant to say that. And yet, I didn’t regret it. My entire body was wound too tight. And Luca and I had started this twice now, and neither time had ended the way I’d wanted it to.

“I can’t,” he said quietly.

“You can. You want to.”

He shook his head, his gaze lingering on me, like he was remembering both other times he’d more than willingly knelt in front of me. “I want to. But it’s dangerous to do that here. If I got caught, my uncle and my father…”

I moved across the room and stood at the end of his bed, so fucking needy it felt like my skin was on fire. “When have you ever cared about them?”

He went quiet, his voice lowering. “Since I realized that them hurting people I care about hurts more than them hurting me.”