Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Hate

**ROMANY**

*He can prove it, can he?*

I snicker, "I didn't mean it?!? Did your whiskey tell you that? Because you are being ridiculous. And no, you *cannot* prove it. You can't force a lie out of someone else's truth. You're not in control of how *I* feel, Alex.

A small tremor passes through his body, and he inhales so sharply that I almost miss it, but when I focus on the irregular thumping of his chest, it becomes clear to me. He's nervous!

Or...afraid.

The stubborn set of Alex's brow has me wanting to laugh out loud. Never has he ever looked as serious or as... intense, as he does now.

Why on earth did my little declaration bother him so much? It's not as if I spoke the words out loud. None of the others saw me, nor did I say it to anyone else. So, what *exactly* is the problem? Is it just that he thinks I didn't mean it? Or is it that he *wishes,* I didn't?

*Enough overthinking, Ro! You said it - he didn't. Q*ué será, será**

*It's too late to take it back now.*

tells me that he is fighting not to lose his temper. But

just as unforgiving as ever. Despite that yesterday it was clear his concern was that Damien might have dislocated it. Apparently, he has a harder head than he thought. Somehow, these little injuries of his injuries that he incurred while on some twisted power trip to establish possession - make him that much sexier to me. It's like he *knew* what was about to happen. He

never forget the look of satisfaction that swallowed his eyes when he saw the man standing there, just like he'd planned for him to be. *He enjoyed doing that

almost felt like he was staking some kind

lips to every swollen part of him and make him

shudders, shaking into my chest as I begin to wiggle against him, rocking my tailbone down then back to try and

his eyes and tightens his hold on me, before readjusting my seat and squeezing his powerful thighs on the outside of my hips. *Damn

heat of his body surrounds me. "Just let me look at you. I want to kiss you.

pleas, his lips trace slowly down the back side of my neck, causing me to shiver. Whimpering in such a way that is more or less a cry of frustration, I tremble when goosebumps

my back. As my neck stretches, rolling desperately toward his mouth, I slide my hands over his legs, dipping my fingertips into the grooves of punctuated muscle beneath

ears as he bites the collar of my robe, gently dragging it down to reveal one bare shoulder. His tongue stripes over my skin, sharp and precise

going slack in his arms, weakened by the seductive violence of the act. It's like he's a vampire that has just stolen

A sound that I know must have started too deep down for him to let go of so easily. Sucking my pulse into his mouth, he

you?" he chokes out, his

climb toward my center. I am sore from last night, my energy spent, but all Alex ever

behind me, and I can feel it pulsing for release against my back. Shifting just slightly, he strokes himself along my tailbone, his finges sliding