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.*

light, tells me that he is fighting

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 *knew* that Damien would lose his shit,

swallowed his eyes when he saw

almost felt like he was staking some kind of claim

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

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

powerful thighs on the outside of my hips. *Damn him!* He's stolen all of my leverage now,

lip against a moan as the possessive heat of his body surrounds me. "Just let me look at you. I want to kiss you.

shiver. Whimpering in such a way that is more or less a cry of frustration, I tremble

cock threatening to pierce the bones at my back. As my neck stretches, rolling desperately toward his mouth, I slide my hands over his legs, dipping my fingertips into

my 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 as it traces a path to

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 of his fangs, leaving me with nothing left

for him to let go of so easily. Sucking my pulse into his mouth, he pushes me

much I hate you?" he chokes out, his hand riding up over the top of my

I am sore from last night, my energy spent, but all Alex ever has to do is touch me and a writhing ball of need coils inside of my

callouses trace ever so gently up and down my slit. His cock grows heavier behind me, and I can feel it pulsing for release against my back. Shifting just slightly, he strokes himself

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