Claimed by the Possessive Mafia Prince Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 59304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
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“I don’t want to make the same mistake.”

“What mistake? What are we talking about here?”

“Maybe if I explain, you’ll let me go?”

“You’re not a prisoner here, Siena.”

“You’ll stop pursuing me?”

“I can’t promise that.”

She huffs. “It was prom. I wasn’t even that interested in going, but my best friend insisted. She didn’t want to go alone. It was a double date. I wasn’t excited, so I would’ve skipped it. But I went.”

“What’s so wrong with that?”

She stares with tears in her eyes. “I was supposed to be helping my mom that night. The business was taking off. It was her biggest client yet. Old Money, like you and your family.”

I swallow, guilt stabbing me. So early in the relationship–or whatever this is–and it’s already built on lies.

“I figured Mom would be okay, since she had two staff members by then. But one of them got sick, and the other was off his game all night. I left Mom to deal with a nightmare on her own. It went bad, and the client didn’t just withhold payment–they spread word around the city. They slandered her. They ruined her reputation, and that I turn ruined her business. All because I wanted to go to prom. All because I put myself first.”

“You can’t beat yourself up, Siena.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I can. And I do. And that’s why I’m going to do everything in my power to do the best job possible here, so I can make it right. That means we have to stop.”

“I think you can date and do a good job.”

“We’ll have to agree to disagree, won’t we?”

She makes for the door. I take her hand, turn her. Uncertainty flickers in her beautiful, honeyed eyes. When I pull her against me, I think she’s going to sink into the kiss for a moment, but she takes a firm step back.

“Find someone else for your island fling, Dario.”

“There is no one else.”

She rolls her eyes. “Are you serious? I’m sure you can find someone.”

“Is that really what you want–to see me with someone else?”

“It’s not like we’re a couple.”

“That’s not what I asked you, Siena.”

She clenches her hands into fists. There’s something cute about it, but I know better than to say it with so much tension in the air.

“I can’t think about what I want or don’t want,” she says with a hard sigh. “Maybe you think I’m being over the top or melodramatic.”

“I never said that. I didn’t even think it.”

“I refuse to repeat history. I’ll never forget the look on my mom’s face when I came home from prom. She didn’t get angry. Didn’t blame me. But I could see it in her eyes. She was disappointed. She wished I’d behaved differently. However, she didn’t say it. She asked me how prom was. If I had a good time. She’s never blamed me.”

“That’s because it wasn’t your fault. You were a kid.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not a kid anymore. Please, Dario.”

She leaves the hut, and I sit on the bed, dejected. We’re not a couple…

She’s right. I can’t argue with that. But she’s being too hard on herself. She deserves happiness, pleasure, and no matter what she says, she’s happy when we’re together. When we kissed and touched, she couldn’t hide her pleasure.

Would it be the decent thing to let her go? Even the thought of letting her go implies that I have her, which I don’t, not yet. Hell, I just want her to relax a little, to understand she can have it all.

More than anything, I don’t want her to beat herself up.

She deserves better than that.

CHAPTER 13

SIENA

“Is that really what you want–to see me with someone else?”

I toss and turn as morning sunlight filters into my hut, glowing red against my closed eyelids. When he asked me that question, it wasn’t like I could tell him the confusing truth.

No, I don’t want to see him with someone else. I’m not some lovestruck Victorian heroine, though. My instincts will not lead me. I meant what I told him last night.

The job comes first. Mom comes first.

I climb out of bed, stretching my arms over my head. My body is aching from last night. Not the swim. The rest of it.

My mind is aching too. I remember how vicious Dario sounded on the phone, the violence in his voice. Surely, that should be all the fuel I need to forget about whatever this is and move on with my life.

It’s not like there’s even that much to move on from. Some banter. A few kisses. Some closeness.

Yet, it feels like more.

I get dressed and head to the restaurant for breakfast. When I see Dario and his mother, Marcela, sitting at a table in the corner under the shadow of a large palm tree, something tightens in my chest.

Marcela waves a hand, gesturing for me to join them. I nod to the buffet line and then give her a thumbs up. It’s not like I can tell her no. Anyway, a simple breakfast won’t be so bad.


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