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ready to tell him that we’re in a real relationship, we’re both screwed. If you don’t love me, that’s fine. Just don’t pretend. Don’t waste my time.”
    Rocco and Caprice had been playing the same cat and mouse game for nearly six months. Rocco knew his feelings for Caprice were very real and very strong. She had a way of taking his mind off the shit storm that was his life. It sounded cliché in his head, but the truth was, Rocco Comacchi was a made man. Like his father and his grandfather before him, he was an enforcer...a killer.
    He felt just as comfortable with his finger on the trigger of his Desert Eagle or his hand wrapped around his Louisville Slugger as he did with his arm around Caprice watching her favorite chick flick. Yeah, he loved her, but he had no say in matters her father authorized. Caprice was about to become exactly what he was and that changed everything.
    She had a job to do and he would not interfere.
    Caprice gazed at Rocco while he absently flipped through the hundreds of channels that Time Warner had to offer. She took the remote control out his hand and straddled his denim covered his thighs.
    “Is this our last night together?” she asked.
    “Depends,” Rocco replied.
    Caprice slid her hands under Rocco’s t-shirt and ran them over his pecs . “Then we better make it a night to remember.”
    Rocco’s large hand clasped the back of Caprice’s neck as he pressed his lips firmly against hers. She inhaled deeply, taking in his manly scent that made her tingle all over. When he parted her lips with his tongue, she clasped her hands around his neck and moaned. She started to grind and roll her hips against him until she could feel the bulge in his pants harden beneath her. This was the part that she liked.
    He was angry and frustrated with her, but he still wanted her. Caprice loved that she had that affect on Rocco; that she could break down his hard exterior so easily when she presented herself to him, when she allowed him to take what she wanted him to have.
    Caprice eased her lips away from Rocco’s and tilted her head back so he could have easy access to her spot. She shivered as Rocco’s tongue grazed up and down her neck and flicked her earlobe. With her eyes closed, she blindly fiddled with his belt until it was unbuckled and unfastened his jeans. Rocco lifted himself off the sofa just enough for Caprice to slide his jeans and boxers to his ankles.
    Sitting on the sofa, half naked, Rocco didn’t appear vulnerable. The fiery passion in his eyes could put the fear of God in anyone who looked his way. The entire Black Diamond Mafia gang could storm his apartment and Rocco wouldn’t flinch. He’d ice them all, with his pants around his ankles. That lack of fear was what attracted Caprice to him in the first place and kept her attention on him. No matter what happened with Aries, she would always find a way to get back to Rocco.
    “Take off your shorts,” Rocco commanded and Caprice did as she was told, revealing her black cotton thong. After six months of sleeping with Rocco, she knew exactly what turned him on, and it wasn’t the thousands of dollars worth of La Perla lingerie in her underwear drawer.
    Rocco pulled her back to him and pushed her thong aside. He ran his finger up and down her slit until she began to pant breathlessly. She was soaking wet as he slid a finger inside of her, spreading her just a little. The first time Rocco had fingered Caprice, he was surprised that she was so tight. He was even more surprised that she was a virgin.
    Caprice wasn’t waiting on marriage, like her mother had suggested. She was waiting on the right guy, and most guys bored her. She’d never been interested in the boys at her private high school. The boys at NYU were average, even though they all thought that they weren’t. Then Rocco came along and changed everything.
    From the first day she, Rocco, and Nico worked out together at the boxing gym, Caprice had been trying to