Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 121

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.*

in the afternoon light, tells me that he is fighting not to lose his temper.

profile, I can see that he is still sporting a few of the plum purple bruises from his fight with Damien yesterday, but his immaculately cut jaw looks to be 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

saying that Alex should be *afraid* of Damien, but...I'll never forget the look of satisfaction that swallowed his eyes when he saw the man

felt like he was staking some kind

I want to press my lips to every swollen part of him

against him, rocking my tailbone down then back to try

growl, He closes his eyes and tightens his hold on me, before readjusting my seat and squeezing his powerful thighs on the outside of my

his body surrounds

my neck, causing me to shiver. Whimpering in such a way that is more or less a cry of

pushing headily into the solid ridge of steel cock threatening to pierce the bones at my back. As my neck stretches, rolling desperately toward his mouth, I slide my

dragging it down to reveal one bare shoulder. His tongue stripes over my skin, sharp and precise as it traces a path to

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

too deep down for him to let go of so easily. Sucking my pulse into his mouth,

he chokes out, his hand riding up over the top of my thigh,

spent, but all Alex ever has to do is touch me and a writhing ball of need coils inside

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

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