Page 114 of Dirty Mafia Sinner

“Yes, Don Gallo.”

“So polite. She’s a keeper, Alessandro.” He spins toward the stealer of hearts. “I hope you brought your appetite.”

“Always, Don Gallo. Along with my checkbook. My father would like us to discuss expanding our profit margins on green gold.”

The man laughs.

Alessandro must read the confusion on my face. “The pistachio market’s exploded worldwide. Who would have thought fucking nuts could be worth over four billion US dollars with a four percent growth estimate?”

Yes, I knew Alessandro was intelligent. But watching him in real time makes my lady parts hum.

Our eyes meet, and my knees wobble.

Don Gallo clears his throat. “If you’d like to clean up before we eat, il bagno is down the hallway.” He gestures in the desired direction, but Alessandro already has me by the hand and is dragging me along.

We enter.

He pushes my back into the door and shuts it.

And then his lips slam into mine.

His kiss is aggressive. I come up onto my toes and give myself over to it, as our tongues mash together. Fire reignites between us, and then consumes us until we break away, pantingwith need. “I want to take your virgin ass right here against the bathroom door while the old man waits.”

Oh my God. Is he serious?

And how can I want that? How will I sit through lunch?

The devil grins.

Teasing me, and he knows I was about to submit, too.

He presses a gentle kiss on my lips. “I fucking want to in the worst way. But I can’t disrespect Don Gallo, capisci?”

“Yes,” I grumble. I need to be careful around this version of Alessandro Beneventi, or I’ll lose my heart fast.

He unzips his trousers.

“I thought…”

He steps up to the toilet.

Lord, men can be so wickedly coarse.

“Your turn,” he tosses over his shoulder after finishing, flushing the toilet and then moving to the sink to wash his hands.

I willnotpee in front of him.

“Not keen on showing me your tender little pussy right now?” Another laugh fills the air. Who is this man?

“Very well. But don’t be too long. I’m fucking famished.”

He exits and closes the door behind him.

I lean back on it, completely unhinged.

A few minutes pass, and I use the modern amenities and freshen up.

Exiting, I follow the hallway to the dining room, only to end up in a large living area. Wrong direction, Riley.