Page 69 of Queen of Misfortune (Shadows of Redemption)
Her eyes flash with fire. I hold my hand up before she can lambast me for being a sexist jerk. “Like it or not, Lucy, this is the world you’re in… at the moment.” I rake a hand through my hair, recognizing that I’m giving her more reasons to want to leave, more reasons to hold me in disdain.
"Regardless of what you think, Donovan, I'm already in danger. Sending me away won’t change that. How can you protect me from here if I’m in New York?”
She has a point.
“What about being with Elena? You wanted to be with her."
She shifts, and for a moment I’m distracted by her gorgeous tits. "Elena has Niko now."
A swell of something warm and potent blooms in my chest. "And you have me.”
Her smirk is a challenge, laced with a hint of vulnerability. "Sounds more like you've got me."
"Lucy…" The sappiness in my chest is back. It’s a mixture of hope that she thinks more of me than as a toady and a desire tooffer her the world. I can face down Giovanni’s bullet, but hell if I have the courage to tell Lucy all the feelings threatening to bring me to my knees. Fucking hell. Is this how Niko felt with Elena?
“Donovan.” She responds, watching me.
I sigh. “So, how do you suggest we deal with your parents?”
Her smile is radiant, with a hint of victory. “Do you realize they’re your in-laws?”
I laugh. “Heaven help me. So, what are your plans?”
“I deal with my mom and you can deal with my dad.”
I study her, partly in awe and then in fear because I see in her eyes that she plans to kill her mother. At the very least, she thinks she has it in her.
"Your mother?" I can't keep the surprise from seeping into my voice.
"I know how to push her buttons, make her reveal her plans. She can tell us where my father is.”
"Lucy, she's dangerous." I need her to understand the gravity of it all.
"Exactly why I should be the one to face her." Her gaze locks onto mine, fierce and unwavering. "I’ve been surviving her games my whole life. Do you think women don’t feel the need for justice? Revenge?”
“I’m learning to never underestimate a woman.”
She gives me that triumphant smile again. It’s sexy as fuck, and speaking of fuck… I laugh and tug her to me. “You’ve got the makings of a Boss.”
A scoff escapes her. "Sure, if only I weren’t a woman."
“Don’t sell yourself short. There’ve been a few successful women bosses. And you’ve got what they had. You're fierce, brave… and have tits like a fucking goddess.”
She arches a brow. “You know about the tits of other Mafia women?”
“No. Yours distracted me.” I lean forward and lightly bite a nipple, tugging it.
She lets out a hiss, and I feel it harden between my teeth. I roll her under me and crush my lips to hers. Immediately, she goes pliant, and I’m filled with power that this strong, defiant woman would surrender to me. In that moment, the world outside this embrace ceases to exist. There's only Lucy. And as I hold her, I lose myself in the taste and feel of her. If she asked, I’d go to the ends of the earth for her. It’s a terrifying realization that this woman could bring me to my knees. She could ruin me.
She arches into me. “Will you go inside me again?”
I’m struck by how hard and worldly she is most of the time, but still so shy and innocent when it comes to the pleasures of the flesh.
I lift my head and look down on her. “Are you asking me to fuck you?”
Her cheeks flush, and if I weren’t already in love, I’d tumble over right now. “Yes.”
“Then ask me.”