Page 70 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

“Tell me you want my touch, Bonbon,” he breathes against the nape of my neck, his voice slipping under my skin. “Tell me you want me.”

I bite down on my teeth even though I know I’m far gone. I’m wet, the want pulling, aching in a way that feels both painful and good.

“Say it,” he murmurs, closer now. “And I’ll give you exactly how you like it. Hard, deep… until you come for me.”

I imagine it for a second.

The rhapsody of him. The way he takes, the way I break.

I want that.

I want him.

But… I can’t.

“No,” I answer, slicing through whatever haze was forming.

I twist hard this time, ripping myself out of his hold, and he lets me.

And somehow, that makes it worse.

Because now nothing is holding me in place but myself, and I feel it all at once. The heat still clinging to my skin, the echo of his touch, the way my body hasn’t fully shuffled back into something I recognize.

I hate it.

I hate him for it.

“You don’t get to do that,” I snap, my voice blaring, my chest heaving as I take another step back, putting distance between us like it’ll fix something.

“You said, and that's fine, baby.”

“Don’t,” I cut in, holding a hand up like I can stop him from speaking. “Don’t stand there and say baby like this is normal. Like this is okay.”

He doesn’t move. He just watches me.

And it makes everything in me feel louder.

“Calm down,” he coos.

“Calm down?” I repeat, my voice lifting, disbelief bleeding into it. “You just…”

I stop, dragging a hand through my hair, frustration spilling over.

“You think this is a game?” I fight back, my voice dropping now, but shaking underneath. “You show up, you disappear, you drag me back into whatever this is, and I’m just supposed to what? Fall into place?”

His expression doesn’t change, but his eyes dim.

“I’m not playing games with you.”

“Oh, really?” I scoff, the sound breaking slightly as I shake my head. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like I’ve been caught in one since the beginning.”

I blink hard, trying to stop it, dragging my focus somewhere else, anywhere else that isn't the tears swelling up my chest.

Not in the middle of a parking lot in a dress that Alicia spent hours making sure is perfect.

“Great,” I mutter under my breath, swiping quickly under my eyes before anything can fall. “That’s exactly what I need.

I turn slightly, angling away from him, using the reflection on the car window to check my makeup.