His Mafia Princess (Family First #1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: April Zyon
maybe not as fast as typical.
“Thank you, Gregorio,” Alessandra whispered in his ear so no one but him could hear. Her breathy thanks went straight to his cock. He wanted her, and he would have her one day soon.
“My pleasure.” He put her in the backseat and buckled her up. And it was his pleasure, very fucking much so. When he pulled back, he took a lock of her hair and stroked it. He couldn’t seem to stop himself. Shaking out of the feelings he was having, Gregorio stepped back and moved so her father could get into the vehicle as well.
He closed the door behind the Boss and moved around to the front so he could drive. He refused to let anyone else get her home, not after he had almost lost her.
****
Her heart was still racing after Gregorio picked her up and transferred her to the SUV. He always had a way of making her all but melt into a puddle. However, when he picked her up as if she didn’t weigh an ounce, it had her realizing Greg was even more dangerous than she had already believed. She knew what Vasily had said about Gregorio and how he wanted to marry her to take over her father’s empire, business, whatever it was called. She also knew he had looked at her the same way she felt about for him for the last two years. She wasn’t sure what had changed it for him, but she had always felt deeply for him.
She felt safe with him, however. She felt safer with Greg then she had ever felt with anyone. She was behind him in the SUV and watched him. She ached to reach out and touch his hair as he had touched hers. It was a dark blond color and styled in a crew cut. It wasn’t long, but it wasn’t so short that a woman couldn’t grab his hair and pull him close either.
He had the looks of an all-American boy next door with his blond hair and ice blue eyes. However, the tattoos covering his arms had her wondering where else he had them hidden. She had only glimpsed the ones on his arms because he had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt one day when her mother was alive. He did it so he could help her with the roses she was trying to wrangle into place.
He might act as if he didn’t have any kindness in him, but she had caught glimpses of it from time to time. When she looked toward the front window, she caught his gaze in the rear view mirror and blushed. She had been caught ogling him. Great. She was sure she was just a child in his eyes, one so naïve she didn’t even know what her father truly did for a living.
However, instead of seeing a look of laughter, she saw something else. She saw in his eyes a heated hunger that couldn’t be masked. She was shocked by that look and couldn’t turn away from him. When he pulled his eyes from hers, she had to shift slightly in her seat because of how wet that singular look made her. She was so screwed when it came to this man, but she couldn’t seem to find it in her to care. She liked him, a great deal no matter what he had done in his life.
When they got home, he once more was at her side and lifted her easily from the seat. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and laid her head on her own arm. She inhaled scents that were all Gregorio, the smell of leather and Drakkar Noir. He smelled so good.
Her thumb lightly stroked against the side of his neck without conscious thought as to what she was doing. She was surprised when he mounted the steps and headed up toward the bedrooms. “Do you know which one is mine?” Holy crap, had she really just say that to him?
“Yes, Alessandra, I know which one yours is.” His deep baritone voice rumbled against her side and had her wanting to whimper. She was so going to have to change her panties and take a cold shower, not in that order, of course, because of what he did to her.
When he settled her down on the bed in her room, he asked, “Do you need to go anywhere else?”
“No, I will be able to handle it from here, promise.” Yes, her side hurt, but she would survive. Besides, there was no way she would
“Thank you, Gregorio,” Alessandra whispered in his ear so no one but him could hear. Her breathy thanks went straight to his cock. He wanted her, and he would have her one day soon.
“My pleasure.” He put her in the backseat and buckled her up. And it was his pleasure, very fucking much so. When he pulled back, he took a lock of her hair and stroked it. He couldn’t seem to stop himself. Shaking out of the feelings he was having, Gregorio stepped back and moved so her father could get into the vehicle as well.
He closed the door behind the Boss and moved around to the front so he could drive. He refused to let anyone else get her home, not after he had almost lost her.
****
Her heart was still racing after Gregorio picked her up and transferred her to the SUV. He always had a way of making her all but melt into a puddle. However, when he picked her up as if she didn’t weigh an ounce, it had her realizing Greg was even more dangerous than she had already believed. She knew what Vasily had said about Gregorio and how he wanted to marry her to take over her father’s empire, business, whatever it was called. She also knew he had looked at her the same way she felt about for him for the last two years. She wasn’t sure what had changed it for him, but she had always felt deeply for him.
She felt safe with him, however. She felt safer with Greg then she had ever felt with anyone. She was behind him in the SUV and watched him. She ached to reach out and touch his hair as he had touched hers. It was a dark blond color and styled in a crew cut. It wasn’t long, but it wasn’t so short that a woman couldn’t grab his hair and pull him close either.
He had the looks of an all-American boy next door with his blond hair and ice blue eyes. However, the tattoos covering his arms had her wondering where else he had them hidden. She had only glimpsed the ones on his arms because he had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt one day when her mother was alive. He did it so he could help her with the roses she was trying to wrangle into place.
He might act as if he didn’t have any kindness in him, but she had caught glimpses of it from time to time. When she looked toward the front window, she caught his gaze in the rear view mirror and blushed. She had been caught ogling him. Great. She was sure she was just a child in his eyes, one so naïve she didn’t even know what her father truly did for a living.
However, instead of seeing a look of laughter, she saw something else. She saw in his eyes a heated hunger that couldn’t be masked. She was shocked by that look and couldn’t turn away from him. When he pulled his eyes from hers, she had to shift slightly in her seat because of how wet that singular look made her. She was so screwed when it came to this man, but she couldn’t seem to find it in her to care. She liked him, a great deal no matter what he had done in his life.
When they got home, he once more was at her side and lifted her easily from the seat. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and laid her head on her own arm. She inhaled scents that were all Gregorio, the smell of leather and Drakkar Noir. He smelled so good.
Her thumb lightly stroked against the side of his neck without conscious thought as to what she was doing. She was surprised when he mounted the steps and headed up toward the bedrooms. “Do you know which one is mine?” Holy crap, had she really just say that to him?
“Yes, Alessandra, I know which one yours is.” His deep baritone voice rumbled against her side and had her wanting to whimper. She was so going to have to change her panties and take a cold shower, not in that order, of course, because of what he did to her.
When he settled her down on the bed in her room, he asked, “Do you need to go anywhere else?”
“No, I will be able to handle it from here, promise.” Yes, her side hurt, but she would survive. Besides, there was no way she would
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