Semua Bab His Mafia Princess : Bab 181 - Bab 190

His eyes dropped to the floor. When he raised his head again, his eyes were on fire with rage. I got what I had been pushing for. He was done being patient with me. "I'm not fucking doing this with you again. I'm done begging you to stay," he said, stepping aside. "You want to leave, Stacy? You want to go and be a don? You want everyone else to decide what happens between us except fucking us? Fine. Fucking leave. Better yet, I'll fucking leave," he said, turning his back on me and marching his way back to the kitchen. I slid down against the frame of the door, watching him walk away. I was such a fucking asshole. He did everything right. All I had to do was let him and I couldn't even do that. So what if he looked at the damn photos? He walked away from that and he still wanted me. So what if everyone we loved hated me now? I won them over once. I could do it again. So what if I came for him when he spoke or touched me? How the fuck was that even a p

His beautiful eyes shone with conviction. He was making such an effort to be strong. Baby, I love the way you stick to your guns, but I can't let you this time. Let me see you be weak for me. "Making a point," I said, slapping the second set of cuffs around my other wrist. Then I turned my back on him and walked back to the bed. I knew he was looking now. So I crawled onto the bed, flashing him my naked pussy and ass as the robe crept up my body. "We're not going to fix this by fucking, Stace," he said, but he stopped packing. He came closer, coming to stand at the foot of the bed. "Tell me what you saw when you looked at the photos," I said, turning around to slap one of the cuffs around the bedpost. Eyes still roaming over my body curiously, watching my every moment, trying desperately to stay sharp. On the verge of calling me out on what we both knew I was doing.

"I told you. If you want something from me, you're going to have to earn it," he said, standing at the foot of the bed, his face unreadable. "Tell me how. Tell me what you want," I choked out. "Let's start with the truth. Do you want to be a don?" he asked, still nothing in his eyes. I didn't know this look. It fucking hurt. Where was all the love? Desire? Trust? Eagerness to be mine? "No. It doesn't matter if the entire mafia turns on us again. We'll figure it out somehow," I said, letting go of the idea that I wanted the kind of power that came with being a don. "If I became a don, it would have been to keep you safe. That's all I want. For it to be safe for you to love me. Nothing matters but you, Scottie. The only one I want any power over is you." I nearly cried again when this declaration brought him back to me, cautiously spreading my legs and crawling in between them.

The words combined with him pulling away from me sent a burning pain through my chest. I ignored it, watching him get off the bed and strip. When he was stark naked before me, my eyes went straight to his dick. The desire to touch back was overwhelming as he pulled the belt and parted the already ruffled and half undone robe on my body. My eyes trailed up his perfectly sculpted body until they came face to face with his handsome face, finally meeting his eyes again. "This is what you'll get if you ever ask me to say the words again," he said, lowering his body back onto the bed and crawling in between my legs. He grabbed onto my legs and slowly pushed them back until my feet were behind my shoulders. "Do you want me to fuck you, baby?" he asked, looking down at my body folded in half before him. "You don't want the words. You want dick, Stace. Isn't that right? I'll let you pick which you want, my secret whore," he said, pressing the he

"Not even a little. This just isn't something you can do while being cuffed to the bed. You're not a prisoner in this relationship, Stace. If you want something, you need to take it," he said calmly, going to the other side of the bed to unlock the second set of cuffs. Then he got back into bed with me and said, "Show me you want me." Fear flooded my veins at the implication of what he was asking for as he laid his back down against the pillows. "Fuck me. Touch me," he said, in case I didn't understand. Obviously, we couldn't go our whole lives without me touching him. He couldn't propose to a woman who refused to touch him. "It's okay. I promise," he said, holding out his hand to me to help me get on top of him. Once I was straddling him, I reached out to his face and cupped his cheeks with shaking hands. "Is that all you want?" he