Taking the Mafia Princess

“Ye ruined me,” I growled. “I’ll never be able to come in here again and not picture ye body in the throes of passion. So bloody beautiful,” I finished with a whisper against her lips.

Chapter 11

Silvia

We didn’t move our sweaty bodies until the rain stopped. I knew it wouldn’t be long until someone came looking for us. “They’re going to come looking if they see I left the house.”

“Well, then let’s get ye dressed. If one of those bloody bastards sees ye unclothed, I’ll kill them.”

“Jealous?”

“No, ye’re mine. Ye can call me territorial, princess.” He dressed himself, then climbed down the ladder to get the rest of my clothes. Oh heavens, I couldn’t stop smiling when he stared at me. How could he be so perfect? Fear crept in me that this romance wouldn’t last.

“I don’t want to tell my father yet. He might not like it.” Actually, he’d be furious, and I didn’t trust what he would do.

“He’s going to have to deal with it. Ye’re not a child anymore.”

“Please. After everything that’s happened, I’d like a little peace.”

“Okay, princess. For ye anything.” We started to exit the barn, and the sky opened up again just as my father and his men were running toward us. They stop when they see us, and we make it to their side.

“Piccola, get inside before you get sick.” He looked at me. “And you, I know you’re trying to avoid my daughter, but man you’re injured you don’t need to get fucking sick right now. Shit. Get inside. Your mother is worried about you.”

As soon as I got inside, I ran up to my room and looked for some dry clothes. I didn’t want to shower, but I knew that I had to before anyone noticed that I smelled like Declan. I breathed myself in, loving the smell of him lingering on my skin and couldn’t believe what we just did.

A knock on the door startled me. I stared at it like a deer in headlights. “Mia Tesoro, open up.”

“One minute, mama,” I said, dropping the clothes I had in my hand on the bed. I opened it, and she walked in. I could see that she was concerned.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, why?”

“Because you are so in love with that man. I don’t want your heart broken.”

“I’m fine, mama. I’m not in love with him. I think he’s hot, but that’s it.” I had to lie, but I couldn’t tell if she believed me.

“We are leaving soon. Maybe you should know your heart before you walk away forever.”

“When are we leaving?”

“Two days.”

“Two days?”

“Yes. Your father is going to be handling some of your brother’s business while he stays here a little longer.”

“Okay. Well, I’m going to take a shower.”

“Tesoro, take a bath. You were in the rain. It’ll be better for you.” She kissed my temple and left me alone. A bath is just what I needed for my newly used body. I moan as the warmth hits my swollen pussy. Damn, it feels so soothing.

I went to bed, but sleep didn’t come. All I could think about was how good it felt to be in his arms and how much I wanted that forever. “Shit,” I muttered to myself. We had unprotected sex. How could we be so irresponsible? At two in the morning, the house was quiet, too quiet. I paced my room for about ten minutes when I heard his bedroom door open. I wondered where he was going, but I was startled by my door opening. “Come on, little one,” he whispered, taking my hand and leading us back to his room.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as soon as he closed the door.

“We didn’t use any protection,” I admitted. It wasn’t the only reason I couldn’t sleep, but it was one of them. I missed him.

He cupped my face and lifted to look at him then he added, “Good. I want ye to have my babes.” His mouth crashed down on mine, kissing me breathless. I felt my feet come off the ground as he picked me up and carried me over to his bed. “Let me do a better job of making sure that happens,” he growled, sliding his hand between my thighs, rubbing my pussy through my pajama shorts. “Are ye too sore for me?” he asked, looking into my eyes.

I shook my head, but that wasn’t good enough. He shook his and said, “Say it.”

“I want you in me.” He grunted and took off my shorts. Surprise hit his face—no panties.

“Fuck, princess. Ye are asking for it,” he swore, crushing my mouth to his before sliding down my body.

“I don’t like panties anymore,” I lied.

“Yes they do get in the way,” he growled, bending down and pressing his face against my pussy. I threw my hand over my mouth and bit back a moan. His tongue lashed up my slit, and then his perfect lips sucked on my nub until I damn near convulsed.