Page 19 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

He swore under his breath. “You’re Mr. Guerra then?”

I groaned. “Did Virginia tell you to call me that?”

Lynx said nothing, but his lips were tight.

I couldn’t be bothered with the act anymore. I’d wanted him last night. I still wanted him. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex.

I was just going to bite the bullet. I walked backward to my door and rested my hand on the knob. “You coming in or not?”

He gave one slight shake of his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Mr. Guerra.”

Embarrassment heated my face. Fuck, why did I keep doing this to myself? I was always attracted to men who were completely uninterested. Considering Lynx had been into it last night, but now he wasn’t, I had to believe his lack of interest in me now was solely because of my last name.

Just another reason to hate my fucking father. I hadn’t been with anyone since I’d left. I’d been too scared to go out anywhere that wasn’t absolutely essential, too scared someone would recognize me as Carlos Guerra’ s son, snap a pic, and post it online, where Lenny, my father’s IT guy, would surely find it.

I regretted that now. When I’d been Luca Simpson, I could be my own person. No strings attached. Maybe I could have actually found someone to settle down with.

But Luca Guerra was destined to be miserable and alone.

Lynx’s rejection was a reminder of that. But it didn’t stop me wanting him.

I shoved the disappointment down and nodded, forcing myself not to add on something pathetic like, “Well, if you change your mind!”

Lynx wouldn’t be changing his mind. I was his fucking boss now, so he was probably right in not wanting to sleep with me. I could have fired him, so there wouldn’t have been that conflict of interest, but I somehow doubted he would like me any better if I lost him his job.

I hoped my father’s fiancée planned on being out of the house a lot. If Lynx had been hired to be her bodyguard, that would keep him away from me, so I didn’t have to constantly relive his rejection.

I could feel his gaze on me as I turned the knob, and I took one last glimpse at him before I slipped inside.

God, he looked good in a suit. It was ill fitted, to be fair. And probably cheap, but I suspected Lynx would have looked good in anything.

I slipped inside my bedroom and shut the door behind me. Then leaned back on it, groaning. I didn’t even bother switching on the light. I didn’t need to see myself in the mirror to know I had mortification written all over my expression.

Mortification and need. Fuck, it had been way too long since I’d been with anyone. Well over a year. I hadn’t even jerked off during that time, because Mrs. Wilson’s little house was so small that I was fully convinced both she and my sister would know exactly what I was doing if I even thought about it.

That was not a problem in this house, with its numerous empty wings and rooms.

In the darkness, I unzipped my jeans and dragged them down with my underwear. My dick was already hard, had been ever since I’d taken one glimpse of Lynx standing there in a suit. I toed off my boots so I could get my jeans off the entire way.

But it was my cock that stole most of my attention. I yanked my shirt off with one hand, pumping my dick with the other, and stumbled across the room in the pitch-black, fumbling for the bed.

I caught my toe on the frame and swore. But at least I’d found it in the large room. I dropped down onto it, groaning as I rolled over onto my back and fucked my hand some more.

The soft female moan from the other side of the bed was the first inclination that I wasn’t as alone as I’d thought.

6

NYAH

Dear Diary,

Today I unknowingly masturbated in front of a Mafia prince. Kill me now.

He was jerking off.

There was no doubt in my mind, even though I couldn’t see a thing. His soft groans of need and the telltale sound of his zipper lowering gave it away.

I froze in the big bed, zero idea what the hell I was supposed to do now.