Page 82 of Mafia Scars

Mine to have, hold, and protect.

I couldn’t believe that I’d pulled off today without showing her how terrified I was that something would happen to her.

That fucking Victor, and this whole fucked-up mess.

I didn’t want to carry this kind of fear around with me. I didn’t want to worry that the one thing in this world that I loved would get taken away from me.

God, I’d felt it when she told me the story behind Swan Lake.

I felt it, because I was the prince who had never loved before. I’d never loved before and found it when I met her.

But I wouldn’t allow our story to play out like Odette and Siegfried’s. We couldn’t die. She couldn’t die.

There was so much to her, so much beauty inside and out. So much for her to give.

I wanted her to be happy. To cry tears of joy instead of pain.

I wanted her to have it all, everything she’d ever dreamed of and wished for.

And no fucking way was I going to allow Victor to get her. Last night, I’d had to stop myself from going out into the street and finding that sick fuck. That sick fucking son of a bitch. His words still rang through my ears. Still burned my heart, still enraged me and made me feel like breathing fire.

I’d wanted today with Amelia because, in all honesty, I knew things were about to change. They would change, and I didn’t know if I could keep my promise to her.

What I’d told her days ago still rang true. I did what I had to, whether it was right or wrong. And I would protect her doing just that. It was my way of doing things.

I knew that when I found Victor, I had to kill him. I had to kill him to make sure he never had the chance to claim her for some sick prize.

When we got inside the house, I glimpsed Claudius in the living room watching TV. The sounds of motorcycles filled the room.

I took Amelia’s hand and led her upstairs to my room. Once inside, she walked over to the long French windows and pressed her hands to the glass. I allowed my gaze to travel down the full length of her body.

In that dress I could see all her admirable assets, including that ass that I was obsessed with.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

I walked up behind her and rested my hand on her firm ass, giving her a gentle squeeze.

She turned and smiled, and my eyes dropped to her breasts. Fully rounded and ripe, ready to be sucked.

I ran my hands up to those and squeezed them, loving the feel of the soft flesh in my hands.

She moaned and smiled.

“Take your clothes off for me. Nice and slow.” I lifted the hem of her dress and rolled it up to see what panties she was wearing. My cock hardened even more when I saw the black lace thong. “Leave that on for me.”

She gave me a sexy, seductive smile.

I took a step back and leaned against the wall, so I could take in the view properly, of her.

She undid the little buttons on the side of the dress and pushed it slowly down her shoulders, pushing it past her breasts and down her waist, down the curves of her hips and her legs. Her breasts bobbled in the confines of her lace bra that matched the thong.

She then took her time to undo the clasp of her bra and peel out one breast at a time. Her beautiful nipples were already puckered before she exposed them.

The bra fell to the floor with the dress, and my eyes took in my beautiful goddess standing before me.

“You want me to keep these on?” She tugged at her thong, pulling it so I could get a good glimpse of her pelvis.

When I thought of her juicy, pretty pussy, I could have come right there.