Mafia Princess

Chapter Fifty-Four

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter Fifty-Four

"Emmett, I'm too tired to think. What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Edward, my cousin has always been a daddy's girl. She went to him for everything. Their relationship was unlike anything I'd ever seen. I never saw a more loving relationship than with Uncle Charlie and bambina," Emmett explained. "The fact that while she was being held by Uncle Charlie after her nightmare but she was looking at you. She wanted you to hold her," Emmett said, looking up at me. "I'll talk to you tomorrow." He shot a glance at the clock. "Erm, later today."

He ambled away and went downstairs to the basement apartment. I blinked a few times before shuffling back to my bedroom. Bella was curled up in a tiny ball on my bed. Her chestnut hair was splayed over my sheets like a chocolate halo. With a sigh, I crawled into bed with her, wrapping my body around hers. She sighed, snuggling with her back pressed against my chest. I slid my arm around her waist and put my head on the pillow behind her. "Mio protettore," she cooed, twining her fingers with mine.

My eyes eventually drift shut after about an hour and half of just watching Bella sleep. Her face was completely relaxed and her skin was covered in an alluring blush as she moved closer to me. Eventually, she turned and was cuddled with her head buried in my neck. Her leg wedged between mine. It was like she was trying to get inside of me. The feeling of her silky skin touching mine should have thrown me into a complete panic, melt-down. But, I was relaxed. Happy. Content. Secure.

You're screwed, Cullen. You're falling for this girl and yeah, she's the enemy.

I pushed that inner voice to the back of my skull and let sleep overwhelm me.

By the time I wake up, it's late in the afternoon. Bella has managed to get even closer to me. Her hand was rubbing my back. My bare back. I looked down and noticed that my shirt was no longer on my body. How in the hell did that happen?

"You got hot," Bella said sleepily, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone. "About eight in the morning, you were getting restless and took off your shirt, saying you were hot."

"That makes sense," I said. "I usually sleep in boxers."

"Why did you put on a shirt?" she quipped, kissing down my chest to my nipples. Her tongue toyed with my erect nipples, nibbling on them slightly.

"I, uh, didn't want to, um, make you uncomfortable," I panted out as Bella's fingers glided along my belly. "What are you doing?"

"Kissing you," she purred, pressing opened mouth kisses along my torso to my other nipple. Her tiny hand moved down my side and toyed with the waistband of my shorts. I was already turned on as fuck. Feeling her lips on my skin definitely made the monster beg for some sort of release.

But, not yet.

Not now.

I'm not ready for that yet.

Her tiny hand slipped into the waistband of my shorts. I stopped her. "Bella, no," I said, looking down at her.

"Why?" she asked.

"I'm not ready for that," I explained.

"It's got to be uncomfortable," she pouted, wriggling her hand out of my grasp, laying it on my inner thigh. "Don't you want me?" Her lips found my jaw and she kissed me softly. "Don't you want to feel my hand around your cock?"

"Bella, baby," I moaned. "I do but..."

There was a loud knock on my door. "Lovebirds! The po-po are here. They have some questions," Emmett snickered.

"That's why," I said, arching a brow.

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