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.*

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

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 he *knew* what was about to happen. He *knew* that Damien would lose his shit, but he did it anyway. Not giving one fuck about

not 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 standing there, just like he'd planned for him to be.

he was staking some kind

my lips to every swollen part of him

my chest as I begin to wiggle against him, rocking my tailbone

of my hips. *Damn him!* He's stolen all

hiss, biting my lip against a moan as the possessive heat of his body surrounds me. "Just let me look at

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

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

one bare shoulder. His tongue stripes over my skin, sharp and precise as it traces a path to the flesh just beneath my ear, where he bites down hard enough to

like he's a vampire that has just stolen all of my control with

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

any idea how much I hate you?" he chokes out, his hand riding up over the

pussy thrums with energy as his fingers climb toward my center. I am sore from last night, my energy spent, but all

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 along my tailbone, his finges