Page 184 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

Sometimes exhausted.

But always here, holding me, sleeping beside me, and staying.

But tonight, I want him to stop treating me like recovery paperwork. I want him to rip the silk off me, flip me over, and drive into me with so much force I stop breathing for a minute.

Time crawls by as my mind loops around every filthy position I want him to pin me in. My irritation starts growing teeth the longer I wait, my body brimming with arousal.

By midnight, his absence feels personal.

I sit up finally with a frustrated sigh before shoving the blankets away from me.

The hallway outside my room is hushed now, most of the estate dimmed into pools of soft lighting.

A few guards still linger downstairs, one nodding respectfully when I pass.

I pretend I’m just thirsty as I head toward the kitchen even though I’m very obviously snooping for signs of Robert.

I round the corner.

Then stop short at the sight of Atelia.

She’s seated on the kitchen island wearing silk pajamas, one leg crossed over the other, slowly drinking sparkling water straight from the bottle.

Her gaze lifts immediately, then slowly drifts over me, noting the sleep dress, the lip gloss, and the effort in dropping my hair to one shoulder.

Understanding flashes across her face so quickly I almost turn around.

“Well,” she drawls softly. “Someone’s hunting.”

“No.” I clear my throat, heat flooding my face instantly. “I’m not hunting.”

“Mmh.”

“I’m just…” I glance toward the hall vaguely. “Walking.”

“At midnight.”

“Yes.” I nod, covering my cheek with a trembling hand.

“In perfume.” She lifts a brow.

I narrow my eyes.

“Relax.” She grins into the bottle. “You’re young. Be desperate beautifully.”

“I don’t like you.”

“No, you don’t.” She hops off the counter gracefully. “So. You finally got tired of him acting like a monk?”

“Technically…” I cross my arms tightly. “He’s being weird.”

“He’s trying not to hurt you.”

“He’s trying too hard.”

Atelia studies me for a second longer than usual this time.

“You really love him.” Her expression softens.