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.*

barely there, five 'o'clock shadow, shifts in the afternoon light, tells me that he is fighting not to lose his temper. But why, though? Who is

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

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

like he was staking some kind of claim on

lips to every swollen part of him and make him dizzy

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

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, making it impossible

of his body surrounds me. "Just let me look at you.

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 cascade across my exposed

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

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

my entire body 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 of his fangs, leaving me with nothing left

started too deep down for him to let go of so easily. Sucking my pulse into his mouth, he pushes me into a series of panting breaths that have my hips swirling and my pussy

idea how much I hate you?" he chokes out, his

energy as his fingers climb toward my center. I am sore from last night, my energy spent, but all Alex ever has to do is touch me and a

I feel his 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 along my tailbone, his finges sliding between my folds and drenching themselves in my