Page 69 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Words.

And they meant nothing in this world. Actions were the only things that mattered. So instead of whispering back that he was mine too, like my heart wanted to, I just lifted my hips to meet his. Let him grind on my clit while he was inside me, until feelings took over the thoughts in my head and all I could do was go with it. The tidal wave washed me away on a river that was all Dax.

My pussy tightened and clenched, pulsing around his cock. I dug my nails into his muscled back, holding him to me, knowing this needed to be faster before anyone other than Lynx realized I was in here.

He came with a growl of need on his lips, a possessive hand in my hair, tongue in my mouth.

We were a hot, sweaty tangle of limbs and need and whispered promises neither of us could keep.

All while Luca and Carlos’s conversation outside the car swirled around my head like an impending cloud of doom. One that couldn’t touch me right now, because of the shelter of Dax’s arms, but one that would drown me the minute I stepped out into the rain.

Our bodies slowed, the hum of electricity between us dying down to the low crackle that was always there. I buried my face in his neck, holding him to me, breathing together for the last couple of moments that would have to see me through until God only knew when.

“Coast is clear,” Lynx’s voice came strained through the car door.

Dax’s grip on me tightened.

But I reached behind me and unhooked his hands. “You have to let me go.”

“What if I can’t?”

Then we were both doomed to this. A lifetime of dangerous, secret hookups that would be so infrequent it couldn’t satisfy either of us.

“Try,” I whispered. “You don’t deserve any of this. You have to find someone else who can give you more.”

He shook his head miserably. “This is all so fucked up, Nyah.”

Didn’t I know it. I put on my underwear, and he helped me get my jeans back on. He pulled my shirt over my head and then kissed my lips. “When will I get to see you again?”

I shook my head. I had no idea, and that was probably better. “I have to go.”

“I love you.”

It wasn’t fair for me to keep saying it back, even though I so desperately did. “I have to go,” I repeated.

And this time, he let me.

22

LYNX

Dear Diary,

Nothing sobers you faster than hearing “I’m pregnant” in an ER chair you didn’t plan to be sitting in.

The moment she got out of that car, I wanted to kill her. I grabbed her wrist and leaned down, staring at Dax, mostly naked in the back seat, his body flushed with sweat, his eye swelling, and his rib already purpling from the hits he’d taken in the ring.

“I’m only going to say this one more time,” I growled at him. “Stay the fuck away from her. I don’t give a flying fuck if the two of you are star-crossed lovers. I failed high school English class but even I know how Romeo and Juliet ended. You’re going to get her fucking killed.” I sucked in a heaving breath. “And no amount of love is worth that. Trust me.”

I slammed the car door in his face and stormed away, dragging her along with me.

“Lynx.” She jogged beside me to keep up with the pace of my longer legs.

I ignored her, fuming fucking mad over how stupid she was being.

She stumbled, and I caught her, keeping her up. But I didn’t stop, needing to get her as far away from Dax as I could before Luca and Carlos and their goon squad noticed it was Nyah I’d pulled out of the car that had been rocking, and not some fighter’s slut who got off on the thrill of nearly being killed by falling beams of metal.

“Lynx!” she shouted, yanking her arm out of my grasp.