Say My Name – A Dark Mafia Romance Read Online Jenika Snow

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I snapped my eyes open to see him looking at me, pleasure and dominance reflected, and a visual I’d never get out of my head.

I tried to turn away from him and break the kiss. I was the one breathing hard now, unable to ground myself or grasp reality. His flavor became ingrained in my taste buds.

I wanted to spit at him. I wanted to drink a bottle of whiskey just to get his flavor out of my mouth. But I knew that one touch, kiss, was now branded in me irrevocably.

There was nothing but smugness on his face as he took a step back.

The haziness cleared, and before I knew what I was doing, I brought my hand up, intending to slap him again. But before my palm connected, he had my wrist in his hand. It was a tight hold. A little painful… which I found exciting.

“Don’t raise your hand to me again, Liliana. I’d never do it to you out of anger.” He stepped in close, his lips pressed to mine so that when he spoke again, our mouths felt fused. “Now, if I raise my hand to you for pleasure…” he ground his still hard cock against my belly. “That’s something entirely different, sweet girl.”

When he stepped away, I swayed, having to press myself hard against the wall to stay upright. He smirked. The bastard knew the effect he had on me.

“I’m taking you back to your room, tending to your foot, and then you’re going to be a good girl and not try to fucking run again.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the mention of my foot had me glancing down to see blood on the side of it and covering my toes. I then remembered when I’d stepped on the broken lamp, slicing the bottom of my foot.

I went to walk, knowing tonight wasn’t the night to make my escape but hating that I was going to obey him. But he had me in his arms a second later, my arms now wrapped firmly around his neck so I kept my balance.

“I hate you,” I whispered.

He didn’t respond for a long second, but I felt his lips by my ear once more. “Continua a ripetertelo quando so che la tua figa è bagnata per me in questo momento.” Keep telling yourself that when I know your pussy is wet for me right now.

I refused to look at him. I felt his warm breath along my temple. There was no doubt in my mind that the devil was carrying me right now, and I had no choice but to let it happen.

Chapter 7

Matteo

I stood in my office and stared out the window as I nursed a glass of whiskey. I could see Luca down below with two of my other men hauling Riccardo’s body toward the nondescript van.

The entire situation was more of a blur to me than anything else. I’d seen that fucker put his hands on Liliana.

I’d heard the vile fucking things he’d said.

I’d only seen red after that.

If anybody was going to touch her, if anyone was going to say dirty things in her ear, it sure as fuck was going to be me.

So I put a bullet in that bastard’s skull and watched him bleed out all over my imported Italian rug.

I wanted nothing more than to throw Liliana over my shoulder, give her tight, little ass a hard smack for wandering the halls, and then take her back to my room and feast on her pussy as punishment. I wouldn’t let her come, either. I would bring her to the edge only to deny her before jerking off and spraying my load all over her belly.

She only got off if she was a good girl.

But I’d let her run away from me. I made sure she was in her room after I tended to her foot. I didn’t have to tell her to shower. She was covered in blood and no doubt wanted that shit off without me saying a word.

But I waited outside her closed bedroom door, hearing the shower kick on moments later.

I kept one of my guys stationed outside after I left. And it would be like that until I could trust her not to be a brat.

I didn’t want to keep her prisoner, but I sure as fuck would until she understood I wasn’t letting her go. At least not until I’m done with her.

They threw Riccardo’s body in the back of the dark vehicle, and I tossed back the rest of my whiskey. Luca glanced up at the window I stood in front of and gave me a chin lift of acknowledgment that he’d make sure it was finished. And by getting it done, he meant burning the piece of shit in the woods where no one would ever find him.

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