Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

*He can prove it, can he?*

I snicker, "I didn't mean it?!? Did your whiskey tell you that? Because you are being ridiculous. And no, you *cannot* prove it. You can't force a lie out of someone else's truth. You're not in control of how *I* feel, Alex.

A small tremor passes through his body, and he inhales so sharply that I almost miss it, but when I focus on the irregular thumping of his chest, it becomes clear to me. He's nervous!

Or...afraid.

The stubborn set of Alex's brow has me wanting to laugh out loud. Never has he ever looked as serious or as... intense, as he does now.

Why on earth did my little declaration bother him so much? It's not as if I spoke the words out loud. None of the others saw me, nor did I say it to anyone else. So, what *exactly* is the problem? Is it just that he thinks I didn't mean it? Or is it that he *wishes,* I didn't?

*Enough overthinking, Ro! You said it - he didn't. Q*ué será, será**

*It's too late to take it back now.*

Just the way that his barely there, five 'o'clock shadow, shifts in the afternoon light, tells me that he is fighting not to lose his temper. But why, though? Who is he mad at? Me?

Then again, it could just be that he wants his fucken whiskey. Studying his profile, I can see that he is still sporting a few of the plum purple bruises from his fight with Damien yesterday, but his immaculately cut jaw looks to be just as unforgiving as ever. Despite that yesterday it was clear his concern was that Damien might have dislocated it. Apparently, he has a harder head than he thought. Somehow, these little injuries of his injuries that he incurred while on some twisted power trip to establish possession - make him that much sexier to me. It's like he *knew* what was about to happen. He *knew* that Damien would lose his shit, but he did it anyway. Not giving one fuck about what could happen to him because of it.

Now I'm not saying that Alex should be *afraid* of Damien, but...I'll never forget the look of satisfaction that swallowed his eyes when he saw the man standing there, just like he'd planned for him to be. *He enjoyed doing that to him.*

And...it almost felt like he was staking some kind of claim on me.

*I want to kiss him. I want to press my lips to every swollen part of him and make him dizzy with feeling.*

My breath shudders, shaking into my chest as I begin to wiggle against him, rocking my tailbone down then back to try and force him to flip me around.

With a growl, He closes his eyes and tightens his hold on me, before readjusting my seat and squeezing his powerful thighs on the outside of my hips. *Damn him!* He's stolen all of my leverage now, making it impossible for me to turn around and live out my little fantasy.

"Alex," I hiss, biting my lip against a moan as the possessive heat of his body surrounds me. "Just let me look at you. I want to kiss you. Please..."

Ignoring my pleas, his lips trace slowly down the back side of my neck, causing me to shiver. Whimpering in such a way that is more or less a cry of frustration, I tremble when goosebumps cascade across my exposed skin.

My back arches, my ass pushing headily into the solid ridge of steel cock threatening to pierce the bones at my back. As my neck stretches, rolling desperately toward his mouth, I slide my hands over his legs, dipping my fingertips into the grooves of punctuated muscle beneath the dark wool of his pants.

A dark laugh meets my ears as he bites the collar of my robe, gently dragging it down to reveal one bare shoulder. His tongue stripes over my skin, sharp and precise as it traces a path to the flesh just beneath my ear, where he bites down hard enough to draw blood.

"Ah!" I yell, my entire body going slack in his arms, weakened by the seductive violence of the act. It's like he's a vampire that has just stolen all of my control with just the exquisite marking of his fangs, leaving me with nothing left to do, but surrender to him.

A vibrating moan trembles across my skin. A sound that I know must have started too deep down for him to let go of so easily. Sucking my pulse into his mouth, he pushes me into a series of panting breaths that have my hips swirling and my pussy begging for contact.

"Do you have any idea how much I hate you?" he chokes out, his hand riding up over the top of my thigh, beneath my robe.

My pussy thrums with energy as his fingers climb toward my center. I am sore from last night, my energy spent, but all Alex ever has to do is touch me and a writhing ball of need coils inside of my gut.

"You don't hate me," I breathe, moaning when I feel his callouses trace ever so gently up and down my slit. His cock grows heavier behind me, and I can feel it pulsing for release against my back. Shifting just slightly, he strokes himself along my tailbone, his finges sliding between my folds and drenching themselves in my wetness.

*You love me Alex, can't you see that?*

He groans, biting me again before he says darkly, "You're wrong. I do. I hate you because...I can't seem to be rid of this want for you. No matter how many times I have you. No matter how many ways. You walk into a room and you are all I can see. I *hate you for that."*

I shudder, tipping my hips forward and working myself closer to his hand. "Why?"

"Why what?" he hisses, his free hand dipping into the front of my robe to pinch and tease one nipple.

I gasp, pushing my legs apart while he widens his hips to allow me. "Why would you want to be rid of it?"

He laughs throatily, the alcohol on his breath wafting toward me as he pushes his face forward so he can nibble on my jaw. "Because. I have lived my entire life without giving a fuck about anything. I am always in control. Always able to walk away from things that are bad for me. Or bad for business." His arms tighten around me suddenly, almost to the point of stopping my breath. "You have caused me to do things that I will eventually be made to answer for. My killing Enzo will not go unnoticed for long."

*Enzo? Seriously?*

Now I am angry. My words sputter forward and I fight against his arms in an attempt to get free. "You killed a man that you let rape me!" He flinches against my back, arms falling slack and loose around me. "And now you want me to feel sorry for your killing him? Ha!" I push off of him and onto my feet. turning around, I can see the torrential storm of his eyes flashing with heat. "You don't hate *me*, Alex! You hate yourself." I snort, taking a stupid step back and nearly tumbling over the coffee table behind me. He reaches out as if to save me, but I side step his arms. Glaring down at him, I think of Antony, who just last night entered my room and tried to force himself on me, and I say, "But hey, it's okay, right? I mean, you're not that bad. At least you let one of them go free."