Page 60 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Lynx was just coming out of the bathroom down the hallway, and he smiled at me.

I smiled at him too, resting my hand on my door. The door I knew didn’t have a lock. “Lynx? You’re going to be standing right here, yes?”

He nodded. “I only just came back on shift, but yeah. If you’re in your room, I’ll be right here outside it.”

“Good. Good. Can you make sure no one comes in?”

He raised an eyebrow, probably at the desperation in my tone. “Of course.” Then he frowned. “Unless Carlos…”

I knew what he was saying. If Carlos wanted to walk into my bedroom, then there was nothing any of us could do about it. I wasn’t sure he could say no to Luca either. I bit my lip. “Or just stand right there and knock three times if someone comes, okay? Give me some warning.”

He was starting to look concerned. “Sure, but if you’re planning to tie your bedsheets together and use them as a ladder to climb out your window, it might just be easier if I come in there and help you.”

Oh God. If he only knew what I was actually planning to do. I flushed hot at the idea of Lynx helping relieve the ache inside me Luca had lit with his dirty promises. But Lynx was the one person who seemed to genuinely be on my side here. And right now, I needed a friend more than anything else. I had a feeling he actually would have held a makeshift sheet ladder for me if I’d asked him to. I barely knew the man, and yet it felt like he had my back.

“No, not trying to escape. Just need some time to myself before we go.”

He flashed me a grin that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “You got it.”

I hurried inside, closing the door after me, and then leaned back against it and closed my eyes.

All I could see was Luca, towering over me in the kitchen, his hard body pressed against mine, his warm breath coasting over my lips, promising to do things to me he had no right saying when I was engaged to his father.

I knew it was a test of my loyalty. Knew he didn’t really have any intentions of touching me. That would be insane. His father would kill both of us.

And yet, in my fantasies, he’d meant every word.

I wanted them to be true.

The ache inside me deepened until it was almost a physical pain. It shortened my breaths until I was panting, my head full of dark-brown eyes I hated but also so desperately wanted staring at me.

I pulled off my T-shirt and pinched my nipple through the sheer fabric of my bra. Hard, because I was sure that’s exactly how Luca would have touched me. There was nothing soft or gentle about him. He was mean. Cruel even, though I hadn’t seen that side of him. But I’d heard the rumors. Knew enough to know what he was capable of.

A man who could smuggle drugs and women and blackmail and threaten and kill wasn’t going to be gentle in bed.

I didn’t want him to be. I dragged off the bra, dropping it on the floor, working both nipples between my fingers until they were taut. I cupped my breasts, squeezing them roughly, pretending in my head my hands were his.

I wanted to moan, but I stifled it, knowing Lynx was right on the other side of the door and I couldn’t do this standing here. I moved away, into the bathroom, and stared at myself in the full-length mirror.

Tits out.

Apron covering my shorts.

I wanted the fantasy Luca had put in my head.

I reached beneath the apron and undid my shorts. They fell to the tiled floor, and I trailed my fingers down my still mostly flat stomach, pushing my hand beneath the apron to rub my clit through my panties.

There was no muffling the groan. It shot from my lips like a cannon, the relief instant, but then also not enough. I moved my fingers frantically, tugging at my nipple with one, using the other to drive me wild by rubbing my clit against the fabric of my underwear.

They hit the floor a second later.

I needed to be filled. I fingered myself, one, then two, then three in quick succession, but it felt too much like my own fingers and nowhere near enough like Luca’s cock. I fumbled in the bathroom drawer, pulling out the vibrator I’d snuck into my bags, knowing it was probably the only way I’d get an orgasm ever again, once my last name was Guerra. I doubted Carlos cared much about a woman’s pleasure.

But in my head, Luca did.

The vibrator in my hand became his cock, and I closed my eyes, coating it in lube and propping one foot up on the step that led up to the shower.

The vibrator found its way beneath the apron, and I stroked it between my folds, letting it linger on my clit because the vibrations were too good not to.