All Chapters of The Mafia Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LUCAI head downstairs to wait for the girls. Gio bailed the second he found out Sam was a girl—and after I told him I wanted GreenLee to myself tonight. No distractions. No backup.I kept it simple: dark jeans, black button-down, sleeves rolled up to show off my ink. A few buttons undone, just enough to tease. Sneakers, because tonight’s about business… and maybe a little pleasure.I’m standing at the door, back to the stairs, when I hear them coming down. I turn slowly—and my breath catches.Fuck me.She’s wearing tight black jeans that hug every curve like they were stitched onto her skin. Her boots give her just enough height to make her legs look endless. But it’s the top that nearly kills me—a black lace corset that pushes her breasts up, barely contained. One wrong move and that thing’s coming off. Not that I’d complain.Sam walks over, laughing. I can’t take my eyes off GreenLee. She stops at the bottom of the stairs and smirks at me.“You might want to close your mouth,” she

LUCABeing this close to GreenLee—even fully clothed—is pure bliss. Her skin tastes like vanilla. Her moans are angelic. Fuck, she’s so tight, even with just one finger inside her.“Bambina, you feel so good.” She throws her head back, moaning as I slide my finger in and out. I take one of her nipples into my mouth.“LUCA!” Her voice breaks as I speed up. She tenses when I add a second finger.“Relax, bambina. I promise you’ll enjoy this.” I kiss her softly, and she moans into my mouth as I quicken the pace. Her breathing turns rapid. Her eyes roll back.“Luca, I… please?” she begs.“Cum for me, bambina. Don’t hold back—I want to hear you.”And she does. She lets go.GREENLEEHis fingers feel like magic. If this is what this feels like, I can’t imagine what his dick will feel like. I was tense when he added a second finger, but fuck, it feels amazing. His voice is so calm, so grounding. I can’t help but moan and buck my hips as he pumps in and out of me.When he told me to cum, I scre

I can see the wheels turning in Luca’s head. There’s no turning back now. He needs to know everything. I just hope he doesn’t run for the hills screaming.“How?” is all he says.I take a deep breath. “One of my uncle’s enemies kidnapped me. I was walking home from school. He pulled up in a black SUV, grabbed me, and threw me inside. I fought, but he was bigger. Stronger.”Luca’s arms tighten around me.“Did he hurt you?” His voice is low, protective.“No. Not like that. I had a few bruises, but nothing serious.”He nods, waiting.“I was with him for two hours. I played the sweet, scared little girl. I cried. I begged. I made him think I was harmless. He let his guard down.”Luca’s jaw clenches. “How did you kill him?”“I made him think I was scared of guns. He laughed at me. Said I was too soft for this world. So he laid the gun on the table and walked into the other room. He didn’t think I’d touch it.”“But you did,” Luca says, eyes locked on mine.I nod. “I picked it up. Walked into

The whole ride to the warehouse, GreenLee doesn’t say a word. She’s got her headphones in, completely tuned out. It’s kind of annoying. I lean over to say something, but Sal stops me with a hand on my arm.“It’s her process,” he says. “Keeps her calm.”I nod and sit back, refocusing on our conversation.“Have they said anything?”“Not much. Nothing my guys can understand. They only speak Russian,” Sal explains.“Russian?” Gio raises a brow, shaking his head.“My Russian’s a little rusty. Do we have a translator or something?”"А ты называешь себя боссом мафии," GreenLee says suddenly.We all turn to her like she’s grown three heads. Bruce chuckles from the front seat.I pull her headphones out. “What was that, princess?”“You heard me,” she replies, still speaking Russian.Sal leans forward. “When did you learn to speak Russian?”She just laughs and shakes her head.“Bambina,” I warn, gently grabbing her chin to make her look at me.“You better tell them, Greens,” Bruce says, also in

We leave Gio to handle Ivan’s guy. As soon as the door shuts, I push GreenLee up against it, slamming my lips to hers. She moans, sliding her hand into my hair, tongue slipping into my mouth. My hands roam her body, landing on her ass. I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist.God, she feels good wrapped around me.I never thought I’d feel like this. Never wanted a wife. But the last few days? I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t see myself going back to drunk nights and emotionless sex with strangers.“Luca?” she pulls back, breathless. I rest my forehead against hers.“Luca, I’m covered in blood.”“So?” I grin. “I like this look on you. It suits you.” I nip at her neck.“Oh really?” she raises a brow.“Yes. What you did in there… was so fucking hot. I want you so bad. But not yet.” I kiss her again, deep and slow.The kiss doesn’t last. Sal walks in, clearing his throat. GreenLee unwraps herself from me, landing on her feet. She turns me to face her uncle, hiding behin