Page 63 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Luca walked in a second later and turned on the shower.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Seriously? You’re going to take a shower right now? While I’m in here trying these clothes on.”

Luca kicked off his Nikes. “Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I kind of reek.”

He didn’t. He was sweaty as fuck, but he didn’t smell bad. At least not to me. “You don’t want to wait two minutes until I’m done in here?”

Luca gave a mock gasp. “Oh, the horror! You’ll see me naked!” He pulled off his socks and then his shorts, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. He jerked his head toward the bedroom, and his voice lowered to his regular, masculine tone. “Go. You can try them on in my room. I’m not going to subject you to the sight of my dick. I need the bathroom more than you do. If you don’t like those, try on whatever else you want from my closet. Just remember it’s casual.”

My feet didn’t want to move. They’d suddenly turned to lead, and all my eyes wanted to do was drink in the sight of Luca’s body.

He noticed and fell silent.

The air around us turned hot in a way that had nothing to do with the steam coming from the shower.

Nyah’s shout of pleasure came through from the other side of the wall, loud and fucking clear.

Both of us stared at the wall that joined their bathrooms.

“Fuck,” Luca ground out. “Was that…?”

I couldn’t fucking talk, because her shouts and moans kept coming, and there was no doubt in my mind why she was making them.

Luca grinned. “I got her all hot and bothered in the kitchen downstairs. Told her I was going to fuck her while she was wearing that little frilly apron and nothing else.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Did you mean it?”

Luca ran his tongue over his teeth. “Wouldn’t you?”

This felt an awful lot like us both trying to work the other out. I had no idea where I stood though. I didn’t dare say that I had been thinking about fucking Nyah in any way she’d have me ever since I’d first laid eyes on her.

But I also didn’t trust Luca as far as I could throw him. She was his father’s woman. I’d been warned away from her more than once, and so that was exactly what I was going to do. I was just here to do a job. Whatever fucking sex games she and Luca were playing were between the two of them and had nothing to do with me.

I took off my shirt and put on his. A second later my suit pants were on the floor, and I was tugging on a pair of his jeans.

They all smelled like him. Goddammit.

Luca pulled off his underwear and got beneath the water.

But his eyes never left mine.

Not until I turned around and walked out, knowing full well he was going to get hard listening to Nyah come, and I was going to need a cold shower to stop thinking about both of them.

21

NYAH

Dear Diary,

Everyone ran away. Except him.

In the back seat of a limo, Carlos kissed my neck, and I tried to act like I liked it.

In the seats facing us, Lynx determinedly stared out the window, refusing to pay attention to the spectacle Carlos was making by dragging me onto his lap and pawing at me.

But Luca, sitting beside Lynx, had no such concerns about giving us any privacy. He sat back, legs spread wide, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze trained on me.

There was a challenge in his eyes, in his posture. In the way he stared unashamedly while his father skirted the line of indecent public displays of affection. At least this time, he couldn’t put his finger straight inside me like he had the other morning at breakfast. The jeans I’d picked out put a stop to that, though it didn’t stop him from grabbing my boobs.