Taken by the Italian Mafia: A Dark City Romance by Sadie Black, BWWM United Page B

book.
    "Why did you take me?" she asked, keeping her voice barely above a whisper. "There were so many times you could have killed me or left me to die, but you didn't."
    "You know why," Rocco murmured in reply. Although Whitney had moved away before he woke up, there was still scarce distance between them.
    "I don't," Whitney murmured. "All I know is that you ran at me when I was out taking out the trash. It wasn't until we got in the car that I saw the blood. You could've just walked away. I would have just thought that the hot guy from the bar was done with tonight, maybe caught up in drugs or something. Was there something more to it? Am I caught up in something I don't know about?"
    She'd called him hot. Again. Whitney shifted uneasily in the bed, embarrassed. The need between her legs ached for him, and yet she knew it was wrong. Rocco wasn't the kind of guy who she should get involved with. She'd left that kind of life behind with her high school days. Men who were caught up in illegal dealings were trouble, she'd dated enough thugs to know that. But then again, Rocco was no thug. This was the son of the Don, an intelligent, brutal, efficient killer whose family had most likely been in this business for decades. Rocco wasn't doing this because he came from a broken family — he was doing this because he loved his family with everything he had.
    "There's nothing you're caught up in," Rocco told her. She believed him, and it looked like he believed her as well. "You came out after I shot the guy I was supposed to meet up with, and you were looking right at me. What was I supposed to think?"
    "Well I mean, I wasn't screaming or panicking. I was only looking at you because... Well, because from the first time I saw you in the club, I thought you were attractive. I was letting myself indulge in a few fantasies about you and... Well, then you rushed me with a gun, and here we are."
    Rocco's gaze moved down her face to look at her lips, then moved back to her eyes. Another thrill lit up inside of Whitney. Was he interested? He had to be.
    "You're a good girl," he told her. "Honest, street smart, pretty... I'm sorry I got you mixed up in all this. No matter what, I'm gonna fix it, okay? You're gonna be just fine." And then, to seal the deal, Rocco planted a delicate kiss on her forehead. His lips were firm, but not harsh. Whitney couldn't help but imagine how Rocco's lips would feel upon hers. Down her neck. Across her shoulder. Lower...
    "Thank you," she whispered, closing the distance between them to cuddle up to his chest. Rocco tensed for a long moment, then relaxed as she fit her head beneath his chin. Like two puzzle pieces come together at last, they fit each other. Whitney had never felt so comfortable.
    "I guess you were wrong about me," he murmured, the words fleeting as though he spoke to himself. "You must not find me attractive after everything I've done to you." One of his hands slipped over her waist, and his fingers ran slow circles along the small of her back. The gentle touch sent shivers down Whitney's spine, and she pressed herself closer. Once more she felt Rocco's erection through the thin cotton of his boxers against her, this time against her crotch. If only she weren't wearing pants.
    "No," Whitney replied. "You made a mistake, a big mistake, but that's not what defines you in my eyes. What defines you is how you risked yourself to save my life from Arturo. No stone cold killer is going to beat his brother to save the life of some hostage he wants to kill anyway. When we ran into each other in the alley, you weren't really you — you were just on the job, thinking on your feet. The Rocco I saw save my life is the Rocco I think is the real you, and I think that man is attractive as all hell."
    A smile crept across Rocco's usually serious expression. The hand that traced circles along her back slipped beneath her oversized t-shirt to trace them directly onto her skin. Fresh arousal swept through