Page 33 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

She’s interested in being commanded.

In the sexual space that I occupy, a Dom learns to read his partners well.

It’s important for a variety of reasons. The least important is that it has to be clear that you’re giving your partner pleasure.

The most important is that I get off from the control, sure.

But I mostly like to see them when they scream for me.

I haven’t had a partner in so long I feel like my head is foggy. I can’t even remember the last woman who met my needs that way, but it was definitely before I met Gia.

Because when I met her, I decided that I wanted to try to live differently. I wanted to at least put an effort into something that felt a little more normal.

Because I thought that’s what Gia would want.

Then, she cut off any possibility of a future between us.

Now…

I don’t even know about now.

I know that she liked it. I could see it in her body language.

But I don’t know what that means for us.

“Gia,” I say in a low voice that I would use if she was bound before me. “This obscene display of textiles and wealth is for you.”

“Aw, thanks sweetie,” she says with a smirk.

The comment floats somewhere in between us. It isn’t a truth, and it isn’t an untruth.

But it’s an impossibility.

“Get dressed,” I say, not even excited about giving the order. “We need to leave.”

Gia pouts slightly. “Why?”

“Whoever it is might be in Amsterdam.”

“All the more reason to stay and find them,” she says with a glint in her eyes.

I tense. “Gia…”

“Elio said we had his blessing to do whatever as long as we don’t fuck anything up,” Gia sighs. “Come on. Let’s hang around town a little. We’ll put on disguises and go to the clubs and bars where the rest of the underworld meets and see what we can come up with.”

“Is it going to go the same way as it did in Prague?”

She frowns. “What’s wrong with that? We had a solid lead, and we found out that Marco was definitely at that bar.”

“Definitely?”

Gia cocks out her hip and tilts her head. “You didn’t hear that cop talking about the De Luca kid?”

“You can’t think that was Marco.”

“What other De Luca defends one of their siblings with a secret kid?”

I shake my head. “She didn’t say kid. She said kids, plural. There are no secret De Luca kids, plural, especially from Dino or I. Only Luna.”