บททั้งหมดของ Keeping The Mafia Princess: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

CarmenRevenge.The word continued to revolve in my mind all the way back to Sebastian's penthouse. The other word was trust. A part of me wanted nothing more than to trust him, but something was holding me back, as if I was Cinderella waiting for the glass slipper to shatter. Just like everything else had in my life.Sylvie merely helped me bring the things inside, checking the penthouse before she'd allow me to set two feet further than the foyer. Given the all clear, only then did she leave, promising to remain by the door until Sebastian returned. She was all business once again, taking her work very seriously. I had no doubt she'd make certain that Sebastian knew all about my disobedience.At least my conversation with Sylvie had provided more valued information about Sebastian than all the searches I'd done on the internet. I studied the small foil bag I'd purchased, adjusting the gold ribbon not once but twice. I'd already signed the card, although it had taken me some time to

SebastianWhy did I feel awkward telling her about my past?She leaned over the table. "What's troubling you tonight?""Nothing for you to worry about.""I don't think it has anything to do with your business or my life."I lifted my glass, studying her wry smile. My cock ached as it always did around her, the electricity sparking and buzzing between us. "You think you know me better now?""A little but only when you let that armor slip. What's wrong? While I realize that you'll never share your business with me, there are other aspects of life including good and bad times. If we don't get to know each other, then how am I supposed to love you?"Love. The burden and guilt of wanting to feel romantic, crazy in love was almost too much. Perhaps I was simply too practical. The feel of her hand wrapping around mine was enough to send a wave of almost violent arcs shooting into every cell and muscle in my system. "Carmen, I don't want to burden you. You have enough things on your mind.""P

SebastianMy desire was ready to explode, a series of lights flashing in front of my eyes. I continued the spanking for a time then wrapped my hand around the thin strap of her thong. With one quick tug, I tossed the unwanted material to the side.While she yelped, she shook her head. "You need to buy me a few pair.""I'll buy you an entire store," I growled and yanked at the hem of her dress, lifting until I dragged it over her shoulders, tossing it aside. "Fully naked. That's the way you're going to stay.""Might be awkward with guests," she mused."They'll get used to it." I pulled her forward again, resuming the spanking.She tossed back her head, her grip on my shoulders firm as she rocked against my legs, sliding her slickened pussy over my cloth-covered cock. She knew what she was doing to me, the little minx.My heart raced, my blood boiling as I smacked my hand from one side to the other, savoring the buildup of heat. I could envision the lovely crimson blossoming across her

SebastianI stood in my office, struggling to maintain a level head. The call for a meeting with Santiago had come much sooner than I'd expected. At least John knew that I'd been serious. There were too many hanging pieces to what had turned out to be a very vile game. I was finished with playing, ready to move on and it didn't matter if I had to clean house.The pictures and accompanying news articles my father had given me were fascinating. I'd been able to check the information, finding that there was truth in what had been saved for all these years. I sighed and shoved the envelope into my jacket, only to use the information if necessary.I glanced at the clock and exhaled. Almost three in the morning.The darkness had enveloped the city like a suffocating blanket, even though South Beach never really slept. Tonight, I didn't want to leave the warmth of my bed or the woman I'd invited to share it with me, but there was no other recourse.I heard footsteps and resisted bristling. T

SebastianWhile neither man said anything, they were both beginning to sweat.And neither seemed eager to talk.A full minute ticked by.Then two.My patience in the toilet, I pulled out the picture I'd also brought of Rodriguez to gather Santiago's reaction. At first there was none, then he yanked it closer."Where did you get this?" he demanded."You mean one of dozens of photographs of men you murdered?" I asked almost casually.John leaned in, glancing down. "What are you talking about?""I have a friend who supplied an envelope full of bloody pictures; horrific scenes of families that Santiago and his men have taken out. This just happens to be the one man his daughter fell in love with. Now she knows the truth about you, Garcia.""I didn't kill Rodriguez," Santiago said defiantly."Maybe not, but you had one of your minions take care of it," I said quietly, growing weary of the lies.He shook his head several times. "I did not want that man to date my daughter. That is true. He