Page 46 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Carlos glanced at me; his eyes half lidded with desire. His fingers slipped beneath my panties and stroked over my pussy lips.

Luca turned away and shoveled food into his mouth.

Carlos barked out his name, the demand obvious in his tone.

And then he pushed a finger inside me, making sure Luca was watching when he did it.

I gasped at the intrusion.

Luca looked like he wanted to launch out of his seat and wrap his fingers around his father’s throat. The anger in his eyes ignited when Carlos pulled his finger from inside me and then put it to his lips, sucking me off him.

It was a clear power play. A show purely to remind Luca of the rules. To let him know that standing up for me was not his place when I was Carlos’s property.

And Luca knew it too.

He lowered his head and ate his food.

Carlos leaned into my side and brushed my hair off my neck. “You taste like sugar. I can’t wait to eat you for breakfast the morning after we’re married.”

No, no, no. I needed this to happen now. But it clearly wasn’t going to. Carlos had already lost interest now that Luca had been put back in his place. Carlos ate his eggs, in between barking out orders for the rest of his crew.

I tuned him out, hating I could still feel his thick finger inside me, even long after it had gone.

I chased the feel away with the memory of the pure jealousy on Luca’s face when his father had his finger inside me.

And despite myself, a little heat prickled across my skin.

“What are your plans for today, Nyah?” Carlos asked, startling me out of my Luca trance.

I jerked my head in his direction. “Uh, I thought I would go searching for the perfect wedding cake. With your permission, of course.’

Luca rolled his eyes.

I couldn’t blame him. I would have too. I hadn’t asked someone for permission to go somewhere or do something since I was a teenager. It felt utterly ridiculous to do so now, but all I could think about was someone hurting Dax, or this baby, if I didn’t do what needed to be done. So I forced a smile for my ancient fiancé. “Would you like to come with me? We could have lunch…”

And maybe some unprotected sex if I could get him drunk enough to touch me…

God, I hated myself. I was going to have to put a bag over this man’s head in order to have sex with him.

Carlos picked up my hand and kissed the back of my knuckles. “No, my dear. I have business to take care of. Luca will go with you.”

“Luca has business things of his own that need taking care of,” he spat back, venom in his tone, even if he had been reminded of the hierarchy around here.

“It can wait. You’ll attend this cake tasting in my place, son. Maybe you could get the same kind Lorenzo and Isabella had at their wedding. That was delicious.”

His tone left no space for argument. Neither did the look that passed between them. Unspoken words hung in the air, sharp as a knife, ready to plunge down at any minute.

Luca dropped his gaze back to his plate. “Of course.”

Carlos’s smile at his son’s obedience wasn’t missed by anyone.

Sympathy for Luca rose inside me. His father had something on him. A way of controlling his actions, just like mine did. I knew exactly what it felt like to be in his shoes. To be forced and blackmailed into doing what a parent demanded of you.

He and I weren’t so different. Even if he was so busy glowering at me that he couldn’t see it.

Nobody moved from the table until Carlos had finished eating. Him putting down his fork and standing was apparently the signal the rest of us could too.

Luca stood and waited for his father to leave the room.