Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
He didn’t look at me, didn’t even flinch when I sighed dramatically and stretched my arms above my head, The robe slipped higher, silk sliding against my skin, baring just enough upper thighs to make it impossible not to notice.
“You work so hard,” I murmured, lazy and sweet, like I was praising a child. My fingers trailed down the hood again, nails tapping a soft rhythm, “Papa should give you a raise… or at least a shirt.”
“A shirt won’t stop you,” he muttered, “You’d only find another way to test me.”
I let a slow smile curl across my lips, “Tell me something, Antonio, do you always get this tense when a girl flirts with you, or is it just me?”