Page 29 of The Mafia’s Girlfriend

“I thought I told you to go away,” I muttered before I lowered my mouth to hers again. I caught the corner of it as she backpedaled under my lead. The curve of her mouth was sexier yet. Her triumphant smile taunted me. Her unflinching stubbornness would be my undoing. She wasn’t afraid to own up to not listening to me. She wouldn’t take shit from me and we both knew it.

Fuck, am I done for.

She rocked back to the wall, not waiting to use it as leverage. With her foot on the wall, her knee in the air, she lifted her leg to push up to kiss me harder. I breathed as fast as I could through my nose, drowning in the potent lust that she’d set me on fire with. I vented, kissing her as a punishment for tempting me. I stole her breath, eager to have her burrow that much further into me.

It didn’t matter how hard I ground against her, pinning her to the wall as I cupped her ass. She took it all. She was greedy for even more, locking her arms around my neck to keep me close. Lost and swept away in the combustion of tension between us, I gave up caring about everything else. The world faded until it was just me and Emma, right here. Kissing until—

“Emma?” Her friend shouted. “Emmalina!”

I backed up, holding one hand on her hip so she wouldn’t fall. She didn’t flinch away, but her clumsy step to the side almost landed her on the pavement.

“Emmalin—oh.” The other woman skidded to a stop, catching us parting. A foot of a buffer hung between me and the woman I wanted to kiss again. She panted, looking back up at me with such a wicked desire in her expression. Staring at me with such longing, all that unspent energy trapped away, she winced in a slight pout.

“Um.” The other woman nodded. “I was trying to find you and—”

I retreated, holding my hand out to Emma. It wasn’t a wave. I didn’t intend to keep it up in warning, in a universal gesture of don’t. I wasn’t sure what I meant with that parting move, but I knew I couldn’t stand there and touch her for another second.

Desire burned through me, coursing through my veins like it never had before. I’d gotten laid. I’d fucked plenty of women. But never had a girl rendered me stupid and speechless like Emma.

Emmalina.

I shook my head as I turned and stalked off without a word.

Fancy name for a fancy lady.

One I had no business lusting after. I didn’t have an excuse for making out with her like that either. Thrusting my tongue in her mouth and earning her sexy mewls wasn’t supposed to happen. Not between us. Not with me.

I ran my hand through my hair, more frustrated than I was before I noticed her in danger.

“Luke!”

I didn’t turn back, walking away. “Go home,” I replied sternly.

She didn’t like anyone telling her what to do, but that was too damn bad. If she chased me down again, I wouldn’t stop at kissing her until her legs trembled and her pussy likely dripped.

Thinking about how aroused she had to be with grinding up against me, I squeezed my eyes shut and willed away the visual.

I was an idiot. An absolute fucking moron to cave to someone like her. It was stupid to kiss her, and now, now I’d suffer the reminder of what I couldn’t have. Because nothing changed. I didn’t have time for her drama. I didn’t have the capacity to let her into my life or to give her a chance to matter.

I knew better than to surrender and kiss her like that. I fucking knew it!

And after that fight, which was an even bigger fuckup.

I was a dumbass to kiss Emma and get that much deeper in wanting her. But fighting Orsen? I could be in trouble for that unofficial and spontaneous fight.

Attacking Orsen was a prime example of what I wasn’t supposed to do. He was the kind of fight Jimmy didn’t want me messing with yet. Orsen was one of the men I supposedly wasn’t “ready” to take on.

I dismissed all that in kicking his ass.

And the other one. I might have killed him, but I doubted I had. I wasn’t hanging around to check. They weren’t the men to treat like that. If they were members of one of the crime families around here, I was fucked. I could fight just about anyone and come out on top, but I wasn’t so stupid to think I could go to war with an entire organization.

“Fuck.” I sighed as I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. Taking it out, I saw that it was the man himself. Jimmy.

“Fuck my life.”

I answered, bracing for his wrath.

“What in the fucking hell are you thinking attacking someone from a mafia family?”