Page 33 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Lynx could say whatever the fuck he wanted, and I wasn’t going to do shit.

But my father couldn’t know that. If he knew how damn soft I’d gotten, he’d use it to destroy me. Hell, he already was by forcing me back here, threatening my sister if I didn’t.

I was under his roof again.

I had to play by his rules if I wanted to survive.

And that meant being his right-hand man. Making sure I had the family’s best interests at heart.

Not thinking about his woman moaning as she fingered herself in my bed beside me.

Not thinking about how I would have liked Lynx to join us on that bed too.

He took a step closer, despite my bullshit threats. “I know you’re capable of getting down on your knees for me.”

Everything inside me wanted to do it again.

But my father was also the biggest homophobe I’d ever met, and if he caught so much of a whiff that his only son was into guys, then we’d both be dead before either of us could blink.

Instead of stepping in and kissing Lynx while I stroked him through his pants, like I might have wanted to, I went eye to eye with him, reminding him who the fuck I was. I leaned in and murmured, “In this house, I only get on my knees to tie my shoelaces.”

Lynx wasn’t deterred. He just smirked at me. “There’s always my place.”

Okay, so mission “intimidate Lynx into respecting me” wasn’t exactly going to plan. Unsurprising, since my heart wasn’t in it. I sighed, deciding to just level with him. “I want you. We both know that. But I would also like to remain breathing. So we aren’t going to do this here.”

He shrugged. “Like I said, I have a place.”

Fuck, I wanted to say yes. But I wasn’t stupid. If I said yes now, I wasn’t waiting until Lynx and I could be alone. Fucking him there would lead to fucking him here. And I never fucked here, where my father and his nosy guards watched everything I did.

I shook my head and pushed past him. “My father is waiting.’

I could feel more than see his smirk.

I’d given Nyah the same look earlier and now I realized how fucking enraging it was.

In the hallway, Nyah’s door opened a moment after mine did.

I eyed her and instantly took out my frustrations with Lynx on her. “No tits out tonight? What a shame.” Sarcasm dripped from my words.

Her dress was some sort of high-necked thing. As fancy as my suit, but in a deep-blue satin.

It was a lot more elegant than the middle finger she flipped at me.

She spun on her heel and walked ahead of me down the hallway.

As soon as I caught a glimpse at her from behind, I knew exactly why she’d done it. I stifled a groan at the sight of her naked back, the dress dipping so low it was in grave danger of showing her ass crack.

Before I could think about it, I left Lynx to trail us and took four long strides to catch up with her, tucking her arm into mine. “You wear that dress for me, princess?”

“I wore it for your father.”

“You plan to tell my father you were naked in my bed last night?”

She stopped and stared at me. “Are you?”

I wasn’t that stupid. “No.”

She breathed out a sigh of relief and yanked her arm out of mine. “We have an understanding then.”