Page 67 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

I just wanted him.

“I love you,” I whispered, needing him to know it, even though it was selfish of me to keep doing this with him. My sobs turned into tears. “I miss you so much it hurts. I think about you every day.”

He kissed me to stop me babbling, his lips warm and perfect on mine when he whispered back, “Not even half as much as I think about you. Fuck, Nyah. You’re killing me. You can’t stay with them—”

I kissed him again, not wanting to hear what he was going to say, because when he said to run, it seemed so easy. Just take this car and drive until no one knew where we were.

Except I knew.

I’d done that once before, and my father had still found me. It would only be worse now, with Carlos Guerra hunting me down as well.

And when they found us, they’d punish me by punishing him. By punishing my baby.

And that was a fate I couldn’t live with.

All we had was this. Stolen moments in the back of a car. I didn’t know how I would explain it to the Guerras when I eventually went home, but I would have to worry about that then. Because right now, nothing in this world was going to stop me from kissing him.

I pressed my lips to his, and he kissed me back without a second of concern my future husband could be lurking around in the parking lot somewhere, looking for me.

His lips tasted of salty sweat, but once that was gone, it was just him. The sweet man I’d fallen for the moment I’d met him. His arms tightened around me, like he was trying to protect me from everything outside this car, and I held him just as tight, knowing it was him who needed protecting more.

I’d be doomed to walk beside a Mafia don for the rest of my life, or at least until I got too old and he divorced me for a younger model.

But Dax, they’d kill without thinking twice.

Just the thought had me kissing him harder, my tongue stroking with his. I climbed into his lap, pushing my fingers through his hair.

“I need a shower,” he murmured against my mouth. “Let me take you back to my place—”

I shook my head and kissed him harder, shutting him up before I whispered over his lips, “Take me here.”

He groaned, palms running down my back, pressing me closer. His mouth trailed off mine and down my neck. I arched my back, grinding over him with my hips, loving the way his tongue felt as it licked a path across my flushed chest.

The little buttons on my shirt came undone one by one, his artist fingers nimble but also bruised from the fight.

I hated that. Hated he was fighting, even if he was clearly good at it.

My shirt fell open, and he pushed it down my arms, giving himself room to kiss the swells of my breasts.

It was me who was greedy, impatient for more, and urged on by the fact Lynx wouldn’t leave until he found me, even if Luca and Carlos didn’t care enough about me to stay. I imagined Lynx shouting my name, searching through the mess the collapsing cage had left, trying to find me, and I had a momentary flash of guilt that he was worrying about me right now.

But I needed this. Needed to be in Dax’s arms. Needed to remind myself I wasn’t completely doomed to a miserable life with Carlos Guerra.

I could have this. The man I loved, even if only in secret.

At least until he got sick of it and moved on, finding someone who could actually be what he needed.

Dax might have loved me now, but I would have to let him go at some point. He deserved a partner who could love him wholeheartedly.

Not one he could only have stolen moments with.

It was wrong of me to be here with him. In so many ways.

And yet, when he put his mouth over my nipple and sucked it through the fabric of my bra, any hesitation disintegrated.

I reached behind me, unclasping it, freeing my breasts so he could lick and suck me without anything in the way.

His mouth was warm and wet, and I tried so hard not to grab the back of his head and hold him there. But I tightened my fingers in his hair anyway, eliciting a feral groan of need that cut through the noise of people all around us outside the car.