Chapters (102)
- Cover
- About This Book
- Salvatore: a Dark Mafia Romance
- About This Book
- Prologue
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- 25
- Lucia’s Epilogue
- Salvatore’s Epilogue
- Dominic: a Dark Mafia Romance
- About This Book
- 1
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- 3
- 4
- 5
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- 7
- 8
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- Sergio: a Dark Mafia Romance
- About This Book
- Letter From Natasha
- Prologue
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Natalie
- Natalie
- 2nd Letter from Natasha
- What To Read Next
- Also by Natasha Knight
- About the Author
- Thank You!
“What?” I asked once I could get my voice to work. I sounded annoyed, like him. It was an act, though. Was it an act for him? Did he act tough and cruel when he wasn’t?
No. It would be a stupid mistake to think that.
“I want to go,” he said, walking inside. He stopped, and it seemed to me he had to force himself to keep his gaze on mine even though he wanted to act like he didn’t give a damn. Like he was unaffected. I knew he felt it too, this insane physical pull charged and sparking like a live wire between us.
“I just have to get dressed. Give me a minute.”
His eyes narrowed a little, and I turned as he moved, keeping myself covered as best as I could, realizing the mirror exposed everything to him when his gaze slid to it.
“Please,” I said, no longer able to help the dropping of my head. I needed to manage this, to figure out how to be around him. Fucking like we had last night, it didn’t help. Only blurred the already fuzzy line.
He nodded, but I noticed how his gaze settled on my hip as if he too were trying to get a good look. I could ask him. I should. He’d know. But I pulled the towel over it instead. He turned to walk out the door, giving me room, letting me breathe as if he stole all the oxygen out of any room he entered.
I dressed quickly, brushed out the mess of my hair, pulled it into a ponytail, and headed out, stopping at the vanity in the bedroom to smear lip gloss on my lips and mascara on my lashes, not sure why I did. Not like I was trying to look good for him. He was my jailor. It’d be good if I could fucking remember that at some point.
Dominic stood in the hallway, keys in hand, impatience clear on his face.
“Can I eat something first?”
“You eat a lot.”
“It’s breakfast time.”
He sighed, but his stance relaxed a little.
“I saw granola bars. They stay good forever, right? I’ll just grab a couple.” I walked away before he could stop me.
“Fine. Hurry up,” he called out to my back.
In the pantry, I found the bars—dark chocolate and sea salt, my favorite—took two, grabbed two bottles of water, and went back out into the foyer, where I found him holding the door open for me. I walked toward the SUV. Dominic followed.
“I changed the code, so don’t bother with another escape attempt.”
“Wow, I warrant you having to change your security codes.” I went to pull the SUV door open, but he pushed it shut, making me jump, making my heartbeat pick up. I looked up at him looming inches from me.