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9. The Worst Part Is I Liked It

Author: Priyal Dessai
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-29 17:30:14

[CAMI]

The bathroom door closes softly behind me.

My skin’s still warm from the bath, pink and raw from scrubbing too hard. I couldn’t shake the feeling of that stranger’s blood on me. It wasn’t there—not really—but I felt it like it had sunk in, like it belonged to me now.

The soft, white robe that covers me now probably costs more than my rent did when I was growing up. My hair’s damp against my back, strands curling at the ends. I feel better. Or maybe just emptier.

The bedroom is quiet, except for the muted patter of the rain against the glass windows.

Zeke’s still here.

He’s on the bed now, sprawled across it like he owns the fucking world. His tattoo-covered arm is draped over his eyes, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The fabric of his black T-shirt stretches over the broad lines of his torso, and for a second, I just stare.

Is he asleep?

My eyes flick to the nightstand. Then to the tray that wasn’t there before. Or maybe I just didn’t notice it.

Cut papaya. Figs.
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  • Beauty and the Mafia Beast   29. Finish What We Started

    [CAMI]My fingers thread in Zeke’s curls as he continues kissing my neck, caging me to the floor with his arms and body. I melt under him, thighs parting as instinct kicks in. He groans against my throat and hikes my dress up higher, dragging the silk over my hips until I'm naked beneath him.His fingers graze my inner thighs. I gasp as his hand finds the wet, aching mess between my legs. “Still dripping for me,” he whispers darkly. “Every damn time.”My back arches as his palm moves with expert pressure, the pads of his fingers circling, teasing, driving me to the edge in mere seconds. His other hand slips into my hair, fisting it, dragging my head forward so his mouth can trail hot kisses down my throat.“Zeke—” I whimper, my voice all wrecked and needy. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I shouldn’t.He nips at my collarbone, tongue following the sting. His growls reverberate in my ears along with his praises. He’s enjoying this. He’s enjoying everything he’s doing to me. And he’s makin

  • Beauty and the Mafia Beast   28. Until I Can Arrange That Pink Gun

    [CAMI]I come back to the table with too many eyes still following me. I can feel them on the back of my head, burning into me. They know. Do they know? How the fuck would they know?Zeke watches me as I slip back into my chair. I have a feeling he senses something is going on. Maybe he can see what played out inside the bathroom on my face like a movie. And maybe I am giving myself away—my fingers clutch the compact-filled clutch like it’s a weapon. My legs feel weak. My heart’s punching holes into my ribs. And there’s a buzzing sound in my ears. The auction’s muted to me. Fuck. Pull it together. Just act normal.But my gaze flicks to his wine glass. The red glistens under the light. One move. One flick of the wrist. One distraction. That’s all it would take to kill him. If I manage to pull it off somehow. My eyes rise slightly to look at Dante, and as I expected, he’s already watching me, suspicion blaring in those cruel eyes. “Doll?” Zeke takes my hand, his grip firm. When o

  • Beauty and the Mafia Beast   27. There's Only One Real Sin Here

    [CAMI]Of fucking course. She kisses him.And it’s not a peck, and it’s not polite. It’s the kind of kiss that says, “I’ve been on your bed. And maybe on your desk. And definitely against a few walls.” Marco’s voice from earlier claws into my brain—“You’re not the first I’ve heard moan.” Fuck.My jaw tightens. Zeke doesn’t pull away or flinch. He just takes it like it’s another business handshake. I want to punch him in his smug, beautiful face.She pulls back and doesn’t even bother looking at me. Her eyes are locked on him, like I’m just an ambiance.Zeke introduces her smoothly, “Camilla, this is Naomi.”You don’t say.Naomi finally glances my way. Her gaze drifts from my heels to my curls, unimpressed but amused. “We’ve met,” she says, like it’s cute. “In the bathroom. I figured it was your wife. Didn’t know you had a thing for blondes.”My smile is paper-thin. “Didn’t know mafia girls kissed taken men.”Naomi doesn’t blink. “We don’t. Unless we already own a piece of them.”Zeke

  • Beauty and the Mafia Beast   26. Do Me A Favour and Die Quietly

    [CAMI]“Not yet.”The way she says those words has me holding my breath. But before I can throw out any more questions, she gives me a wide smile and steps out. Strange. I didn’t even get her name. But I suppose I’ll cross paths with her again. I clean myself up until the only proof of Zeke’s action is the swelling between my thighs that won’t go away anytime soon. I reapply my lipstick, blot it twice, and smooth my hair.Then I walk out, and Zeke is waiting.He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes roam. Over my lips. My throat. My thighs. His gaze is so damn possessive I feel like he’s marking me all over again with his stare.I take his arm without a word. Inside, the place is like something out of a movie.Crystal chandeliers. Candlelight. Velvet fucking everything. The only thing missing is paparazzi and cameras. The orchestra is still playing, low and slow, like building toward something inevitable and dangerous—multiple murders? The air smells like secrets and old money, almos

  • Beauty and the Mafia Beast   25. You're Still Leaking Secrets

    [CAMILLA]I can’t fucking walk.Like, genuinely—my legs are useless. Jelly. Shaking like I ran a marathon barefoot uphill in stilettos. Except I didn’t. I just got fucked within an inch of my life in the back of a goddamn limo.And honestly? I can’t wait to do it again. Zeke’s zipper is barely up when the car stops. Meanwhile, I’m still trying to remember what oxygen feels like. My dress is wrinkled. My thighs? Soaked. My pussy? Sore, swollen, throbbing like it’s filing a formal complaint. Zeke said he’d fuck me before anyone saw me tonight. Should’ve known he meant that literally before I tried to provoke him. And should’ve known he wouldn’t show me an ounce of mercy after being teased like that. He’s not an overconfident guy at the club, he’s literally the mafia leader. The moment I opened my mouth and told him my nipples were the most sensitive part of me, I basically handed him a fucking roadmap to ruin me. And he followed it like a man on a mission. I swear I can still feel

  • Beauty and the Mafia Beast   24. Only I Get To Wreck You

    [ZEKE]I grab her and drag her into my lap. Like I own her—and I fucking do.She gasps, her hands fisting the lapels of my suit. My hands find her waist first. Then glide up her sides slowly, until I’m cupping the very thing she dared to name.“You want to be reminded who these belong to?” I growl, voice hot against her throat. She sucks in a breath, but doesn’t flinch. I grip both her wrists and pull them behind her back, locking them in place with one hand. “Don’t move them,” I order. “You do, I stop.”She whimpers. Fuck, that sound. That sound will wreck me.My thumbs circle, tease, then pinch—just enough to hear her gasp again, to watch her shudder in my lap. Her back arches toward me like she needs it. Like her body’s begging even if her mouth won’t.“I could make you come just from this,” I whisper, pinching again, rolling the sensitive peaks between my fingers like I’m tuning her body to me. “You’re that responsive, aren’t you, doll?”“Zeke,” she breathes. “I told you,” I r

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