Page 21 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Oh, this was bad. So very, very bad. I clutched the sheets tighter but seriously had no idea what the hell to say to even begin unravelling the mess I’d just created.

Lynx, clearly determining that there was no real danger to me from the rapidly shriveling erection of the Mafia prince, put his gun away and just stared at the two of us with his hands on his hips. “Has one of you been watching too much stepmom porn? Is that what this is?”

“No!” Luca and I shouted in unison.

He finally got up off the floor, rubbing his back…actually, it was more like he was rubbing his ass.

I probably would have felt sorry for him if his gigantic dick wasn’t swinging in my face.

“Oh my God! Would you put that thing away?” I clapped a hand over my eyes. I did not need to see my stepson’s cock.

Also, eww. I was never calling him that again. The man appeared older than I was anyway.

Luca strode to the closet, and I half expected him to emerge wearing a three-piece suit. But apparently his ridiculous closet full of expensive clothes I’d mistaken for his father’s also held sweatpants.

Gray ones that did little to hide the outline of his cock.

Maybe my first job as his new mommy would be to buy him some fucking underwear. Good Lord. The thing was huge. It felt like it was staring at me.

I realized with a start that I was the one staring.

And that I was still very naked.

Lynx took pity on me and stripped off his ill-fitting suit jacket and tucked it over my shoulders. The sheet covered my front, but I was grateful for the oversized garment and slipped my arms into the sleeves, one arm at a time, careful not to flash anyone in the process.

Luca just scowled at me. “Now that your tits are away, want to tell me why you’re in my bed?”

“That something new for you?” I sassed him. Then blinked at myself, wondering why the hell I’d said that instead of just answering the question that he frankly had every right to be asking.

A tiny smirk quirked the corner of his mouth. “No, princess, it’s not. But normally the people in my bed aren’t engaged to my father. That’s a kink I don’t particularly want to explore.”

“So that’s a definite no on the stepmom porn,” Lynx said from the doorway he’d retreated back to after he’d given me his jacket.

Luca and I both glanced at him.

He grinned. “Hey, I was just checking. You gotta admit. The setup is there.”

Luca and I went back to glaring at each other. His eyes were so dark I got lost in them a second too long before I mentally punched myself in the tit, realizing I really was the one who needed to do some explaining.

Because Luca Guerra was not a good man. I’d heard plenty from my brothers, my father, my uncles, and cousins. He was well known to be more ruthless than even his father. I’d heard he’d sat in the front row as his barely teenage sister had been married off to a man older than their father. And that he’d trafficked stolen and abused women.

A sour taste spread across my tongue.

This man was as vile as his father. Clearly cut from the same cloth.

My brain warned to tread lightly. To dial back the sass. To behave like I would be expected to. Fearful. Demure.

It went against everything I was, and if it had just been my life on the line, I doubted I could have zipped my lips.

But it wasn’t just my life. It was my baby’s too.

And that was more precious to me than anything.

So I stared Luca Guerra in the eye and gave him the truth. “I thought this was your father’s room.”

He folded his arms across his naked chest, and I tried really hard not to let that draw my attention to his abs.

But it was hard not to notice the definition of each one. If I ran my finger down them, I’d bet they’d be like speed bumps.