Page 96 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Definitely not Carlos and Luca and Lynx downstairs, who had likely noticed I’d been missing for a long time.

I couldn’t care. Couldn’t stop. I was too close, too on the verge of an orgasm that felt like it started in my soul.

He fucked me from behind, so slow I knew he didn’t care people would be noticing I was missing. He drove into me, taking what he wanted, giving me what I needed, until I was gasping and panting, and the touch of him inside me, on my clit and at my nipples, was too much.

“Oh God!” I came around him in a shaking, shuddering pulse that had my vision going wobbly. I closed my eyes and leaned back on him, taking every thrust and grind of his hips against my ass.

He didn’t stop. He pushed in and out of me, chasing down his own orgasm and prolonging mine. When he came, he was buried deep inside me, my name a ragged whisper on his lips.

I couldn’t help it. I lifted my hand to the back of his head and twisted so my mouth found his.

We sank into each other, into that kiss like it was the air we needed to breathe.

Like we knew this was coming to an end and there was nothing either of us could do to stop it.

Those tears formed in my eyes again.

But while he was holding me, while he was still inside me, I couldn’t cry.

We knelt there, breathing heavy in the afterglow, needing each other but knowing we couldn’t have it.

“I can’t stand by and watch you throw your life away,” he whispered, his warm breath gently lifting the small strands of hair around my ear.

“I won’t have a life at all if I don’t. And neither will you.”

And neither would our baby. I ached to tell him. To move his hand from my breast or from between my legs and have it rest on my belly, over our growing baby.

But it was too cruel. Not when this baby would never be his, even if he had fathered it. I was being selfish and I knew it, but if I wanted to keep this baby, to have it here in my arms, I needed to make the Guerras believe it was theirs.

And Dax too.

It would be easier, kinder on him, if he never knew the truth.

So even though it killed me, I pressed my lips together, refusing to utter the words that so desperately wanted out of my mouth.

“I have to go,” I whispered.

“I know.” He helped straighten my dress, tucking my boobs away and tugging the whole thing down so the slit was in its rightful spot mid-thigh. “But I’m going to fight for Guerra.”

I froze and shook my head. “You can’t.”

If he fought for Carlos, he’d be around all the time. And if he was around all the time, I knew in my heart this would keep happening. We’d keep seeking each other out, unable to stop the lure of the attraction between us.

And there was only one way that ended.

With us getting caught.

And ending up in body bags.

30

LUCA

Dear Diary,

I’m the kind of man who cooks breakfast for a girl I can’t have…in a house that’s owned by the man who would kill me for wanting her.

Ididn’t sleep. The party kept playing over and over in my head. Drinking too much. Staring at Nyah’s tits and ass in that fucking dress, then having to watch her paraded around like a show pony on my father’s arm. The jealousy and the constant reminder the flashy ring on her finger meant that in a matter of weeks, she’d be my father’s woman for good. His to do with what he pleased. His to touch and kiss and fuck, and I’d have to watch it every day that he forced me to stay here.