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.*

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

he has a harder head than he thought. Somehow, these little injuries of his injuries that he incurred while on some twisted power

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

felt like he was staking some kind

to kiss him. I want to press my lips to every swollen part of him and make him dizzy

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

eyes and tightens his hold on me, before readjusting my seat and squeezing his powerful thighs on the outside of my hips. *Damn him!* He's stolen all of my leverage now,

my lip against a moan as the possessive heat of his body

Whimpering in such a way that is more

arches, my ass 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

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 flesh just beneath my ear,

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

down for him to let go of so easily. Sucking my pulse

have any idea how much I hate you?" he chokes out, his hand riding up over the top of my thigh,

as his fingers climb toward my center. I am sore from last night, my energy spent,

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 along my tailbone, his finges sliding between my folds and drenching

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