What happened to just once?The one and only rule I made, we managed to break within the span of an hour.
He lifted his arm from his face and looked at me. “You okay?”
“No.”
“Liar.” He looked up at the ceiling, and I pushed up on my arms.
“I’m not okay, Lorik. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
He snorted. “Which one? The first fuck, or the second one?”
I slapped him on the chest. “It’s not funny.”
“Oh, come on.” He turned on his side, his dark eyes filled with mischief. “We’re having fun. Just go with it.”
“It’s not that simple.” I moved and got off the bed, taking the sheet and wrapping it around me.
“Why? Because you’re the daughter of a mafia boss, and I’m a cop?”
I pulled my hand through my hair as I paced his room, clutching the sheet between my fingers. “You say that like it’s no big deal.”
He sat up. “So, youarethe daughter of a mafia boss?”
I paused and glared at him. “Don’t. Don’t you dare.”
“What?”
“You’re doing that whole reverse psychology thing on me, trying to get me to admit my father is a criminal.”
His dark eyebrows slanted inward. “Is he?”
“Lorik!”
“Okay, okay.” He got up and walked around the bed toward me. “Let’s be straight. I know who your father is and what he does.”
I scoffed. “That makes one of us.”
He placed his arms on my shoulders. “But let me tell you this.” He locked his gaze on mine. “While I had my cock inside you, none of that shit mattered. You weren’t Karina Valenti, the mafia princess.”
“Then who was I?”
He bit his bottom lip and glanced to the side before looking back at me. “You were Karina Valenti, the woman I know I’m never going to be able to get enough of.”
I struggled to swallow as my chest tightened, loud warning bells sounding inside my head. “And now? Who am I now, Lorik?”
He removed his hands from my shoulders and gave a step back, his eyes never leaving mine. There was a long, awkward pause before he finally answered. “I don’t know.”
I couldn’t say his answer surprised me, but it did send a heavy wave of disappointment through my chest. Why, I didn’t know. It wasn’t like I expected anything from him after what we just did—twice. It wasn’t like he owed me anything, or vice versa. Like I told him earlier, what happened wasn’t supposed to happen in the first place, so why would I feel disappointed?
I straightened, steeling myself against any unwelcome feelings. “Well, don’t waste your time trying to figure it out, okay?”
Deciding I needed to leave, I turned and stomped down the hall, leaving him behind in the bedroom. I would have loved to be able to just pull my dress on and leave, but after what happened—twice—I was in desperate need of a clean-up.
“Can I use your bathroom?”
“Sure. It’s—”
“I know where it is.” I noticed it when he was carrying my horny ass to his bed.