Page 129 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

I was about to put my headphones on, close my eyes and focus on deep breathing techniques when Raya’s soft hand found mine under the table. She gently unfolded my fingers, one by one, then laced hers between them. Air returned to my lungs.

Giovanni rubbed his forehead. Alessio stayed calm, glancing between Raya and Aleksandr.

“How soon did you have in mind?” Alessio finally asked as the tension nearly exploded.

“Next week,” Aleksandr said, cocking his head towards Raya. “I’m needed in Moscow by the 11th, with my bride.”

Raya swallowed and squeezed my hand, reminding me to stay calm, that no matter what happened, she’d always be mine. It worked. Barely.

Raya nodded at Alessio. He replied, “Set a date for next week.”

My hand snapped across her thigh, clamping down. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she quickly covered her mouth, pretending to cough to hide it.

“I’ll start making arrangements,” Aleksandr said, but I couldn’t listen ‌anymore if everyone was to leave this meeting alive. I placed the headphones over my ears before I ripped out his tongue.

Instead, I focused on Raya’s supple skin beneath my calloused hand as I caressed her inner thigh. She squirmed slightly, keeping her eyes on the table in front of her and her poker face firmly in place.

My fingers crept under her dress. She tried to squeeze her thighs shut, but I gripped her flesh tighter, forcing them apart. Her breathing increased, her lips parting as I rubbed over the fabric covering her clit. She nodded in agreement at something someone said, trying her best not to react as I continued to play with her pussy. No. My. Fucking. Pussy. Mine.

I could feel how wet she was through her underwear, and my blood rushed to my dick. When I slipped my middle finger underneath and pushed it inside her tight cunt, she jolted, and her hand clamped around my wrist. She tried to push it away but then also pulled me in deeper, as if she were at war with her own desire. I bit back a smirk as her head snapped to her brother, who I could only guess was asking if she was okay.

Could I make her come like this, in front of her brothers and the man she was promised to? Fuck yes. I definitely could. And I’d love every second. But she’d hate me for it.

When her nails dug into my skin, and her legs shook, I showed her mercy, easing my finger out and gripping her thigh roughly instead. Her posture relaxed, and she gave me a side-eyed glare, pure lust and hunger battling with annoyance.

Everyone’s heads turned towards the door, drawing my gaze. Liliana had entered, carrying a tray of coffees. Her green eyes danced across our faces, lingering on Raya’s as a silent conversation passed between the women. It was obvious she was there to check on her.

I took off the headphones to hear what was causing Liliana’s eyes to widen.

“We are in an important meeting, Lili,” Gio said sternly, clearly not happy that she had interrupted.

“Sorry. I thought you might all be thirsty,” she said politely, keeping her eyes down as she placed a mug in front of each of us.

“Do you allow all your maids to interrupt private meetings?” Aleksandr asked, studying Lili as she moved toward him. She paused behind his shoulder. He shifted in his chair to stare at her. Giovanni’s jaw clenched tight.

“She is not a maid. This is my daughter. Liliana Buccini.”

A flicker of surprise sparked in his deep blue eyes as he studied her blushing face. She swallowed and leaned over Aleksandr’s shoulder to place a mug in front of him. He didn’t move to allow her room; instead, he stayed exactly where he was, causing them to almost touch as she quickly straightened and moved back. Liliana held the tray over her chest, looking embarrassed.

“Daughter? Really?”

Liliana’s eyes met his briefly, and her blush deepened.

“Si,” Giovanni snarled. “Be careful what comes out of your mouth next.”

“I saw you in the stables last time I came,” Aleksandr said, his voice calm and even. Lili’s eyes widened as she met his gaze again. I frowned, confused by what was happening. Finally, Aleksandr set her free from his gaze and turned to Giovanni. “You have your daughter bring you coffee in business meetings? And work in the stables?”

“I like to be useful,” Lili answered, lifting her chin. “Papi doesn’t approve of me helping the staff around the house, but I like doing it.”

Aleksandr cocked his head to the side, his eyes skimming over Liliana.

“Grazie, Lili. You can go now,” Giovanni snapped, his voice strained. He wanted his daughter as far away from the Russian as possible, and I couldn’t blame him.

She swallowed, her gaze meeting Raya’s again before she turned and rushed out of the room.

Aleksandr stared at the door long after she’d left, tapping his fingers on the table. He looked deep in thought, plotting something that made the room shrink. He turned back to the rest of us and said, “You’re aware of my family’s legal business.”

Giovanni narrowed his eyes, unsure where this was going. He and Alessio both nodded.