Page 26 of The Mobster’s Prize

“Those measuring spoons are going to have to wait, babe. I can’t wait any longer.”

I reach for her waistband and tug down her pants, hearing her moaned gasp as my hand wedges between her legs.

“Already wet for me, huh?”

Thank fuck, because my dick needs to be inside her.

I spread her legs, wedging my thick head between her folds, sinking in. Fuck, she feels so good.

“Dag!” She grips the counter, spreading her legs wider for me.

“I’ve got you, baby.”

I fuck into her, slow at first, then pick up the pace. My hips matching her panting breaths.

“Dag, was that a knock?” she asks, gasping as I hit her G-spot. I must’ve bumped the cabinet with my knee.

“No, babe. It was me hitting…”

“What the fuck is going on here?”

I freeze. An icy chill rolling down my spine.

Shit. Motherfucking shit.

I quickly pull out, fixing my girls pants and mine, before turning.

What the fuck is he doing here? He was supposed to call me. I didn’t hear my goddamn burner phone ring.

“Boss.” I struggle to catch my breath, fastening my slacks. “What are you doing here?”

His jaw is set in a firm line. He’s livid.

“I came to collect Santone’s daughter.” He looks toward a flushed Alexandra, who’s visibly panicked. She tucks herself behind my back, gripping my waist. There’s nothing for her to worry about. He’ll have to kill me first before I let him take her away from me.

“Did he pay his debt?”

“No. Which is why I’m here. But it looks like we have a problem on our hands.” I’ve heard this stiff tone before. Used on men he intended to kill. I should’ve locked my damn door. “Thought I told you to keep your hands to yourself?”

“She wouldn’t let me,” I tell him, and Alexandra pinches my ass. I look over my shoulder at the girl. “It’s the truth. Do I need to remind you of your game? Strip poker was your idea.”

Her cheeks are rosy now.

“Damn,” the boss says, shaking his head. “I figured you were the last one I had to worry about getting mixed up with the girl. I should’ve chosen Ellias for the job.”

Thank goodness he didn’t. No one would have been able to resist the girl.

“Please don’t hurt him.” Alexandra steps around me. I need her to stay out of this. “I love this man.”

Those words hit me in the left side of my chest. I love her too. But I need to deal with the boss right now.

“Baby, as much as I love you and appreciate you having my back, I think you should go to the room now and let me handle this.”

“No.” She crosses her arms. “This entire situation is because of my father, so I have a right to be here.”

Dario crosses his arms, watching her closely. His upper lip stiff.

“If you want your money back, you should go visit my dad’s garage. It’s where he keeps his most prized possessions. The garage code is 1234. And his lockbox with his car keys is on the right wall. It has the same code: 1234.”