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Unwanted Attention
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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Tension and Temptation
Fernando's POV The moment our lips collided, everything else disappeared.Michael tasted like fire and memory. His mouth moved with such stubborn defiance—like he was trying to punish me, prove a point—but I knew the rhythm. I knew the way he kissed when he was angry. It was deep, desperate and needy. And I gave in like I always did.Our bodies pressed together in the tangle of sheets, breaths coming in hot and fast. My hand was still on his waist, fingers trembling as I gripped the hem of his shirt and slowly pushed upward. He didn’t stop me. Not yet.God, I had missed this. I had missed him.I missed the way his skin warmed under my touch, the way he made that little sound when I kissed the corner of his mouth, like he wanted more but didn’t want to admit it.He pulled back slightly, just enough to see his face. His eyes were dark with something dangerous—desire, fear and frustration. “You should’ve told me to stop,” I whispered.“You should’ve never started,” he shot back—but
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Heat Between the Sheets
Michael’s POV The silence in the guest bedroom wrapped around me like a second skin—uncomfortable, hot, and too thick to breathe in.I sat on the edge of the bed, still fuming.The argument from earlier replayed in my head like a broken record.The humiliation burned through me like acid. The sound of the bathroom door creaking open snapped me out of my thoughts.Fernando stepped out, his dark hair damp, clinging to his forehead, a towel still around his neck. He looked fresh out of a storm—annoyed, tired, and… stupidly attractive in that wrinkled, brooding way that always seemed unintentional.But what caught my attention wasn’t his wet hair or the way his broad shoulders filled the doorway. It was what he did next.Instead of walking to the bed, he reached for one of the pillows and tossed it onto the floor, then grabbed the spare blanket from the chair and laid it out like he was preparing for war.I blinked. “What are you doing?”He didn’t answer at first, just sank to his kne
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Too Close for Comfort
Fernando's POV The bathroom light buzzed softly above me, flickering once as if the bulb were trying to decide whether to stay on. I still stood in front of the mirror, my arms braced on the cold porcelain of the sink, staring at a version of myself I barely recognized anymore.I looked… tired.I rubbed my face with both hands and exhaled sharply.What the hell am I doing?Everything between us had unraveled so messily, and now?Now, I was back in the same space as him. The scent of him still hung faintly in the air: that clean, spicy cologne he always wore, the one that made my chest ache. I shouldn’t still remember it. I shouldn’t still care.I looked away from the mirror. I didn’t like the expression staring back at me.Then a sudden thud behind the door made my spine stiffen.A beat passed.Then the door swung open with such force it slammed into the wall with a bang.Michael stood there. His shirt slightly wrinkled, hair messy like he had been pulling at it, his eyes wild wit
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Bruised Hearts
Michael’s POVThe throbbing in my arm hadn’t stopped since it was fixed by Ashley. The bandages were tight, a constant reminder that I had nearly died today—or maybe yesterday, I didn’t even know what time it was anymore. The painkillers had dulled the edge, but the ache still lived deep in the muscle, pulsing in time with my heartbeat like it was angry for being ignored.I should be in bed. Nick had told me that. Ashley had said the same. But as I sat on the couch staring at the pale wall across from me, I couldn’t shake one thought—Henry.I needed to see him. Even if he was asleep. Especially because he was asleep. I just wanted to see his face, to know he was okay. Maybe I just needed some part of today to feel… normal.I pushed myself up, wincing as the strain sent fire up my arm, and walked barefoot down the hallway. The house was quiet, cloaked in that strange midnight stillness that makes you feel like you’re trespassing even when it’s your own home.I gently opened Henry’s
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Reflections in Steam
Fernando’s POV The bathroom was still warm, thick with the scent of body wash and oils in the air. Droplets of water clung to my skin, tracing lazy lines down my torso as I stared at myself in the fogged-up mirror. I wiped the mirror with the edge of a towel, revealing my own reflection — damp, weary, and bare-chested.Maybe I shouldn't have listened to Michael.Letting him talk me into staying the night at Ashley’s place instead of hunting Archer down had felt wrong, foreign. The kind of decision I would’ve laughed at just a few months ago. Now I was here. Wrapped in a towel. In someone else's territory.I ran a hand through my damp hair and sighed, gripping the edge of the sink hard enough that my knuckles whitened. The sting of Archer’s name still itched at the back of my throat like a threat.Michael’s arm had been grazed. A bullet meant to be a warning, maybe, but it was still a bullet.A fucking bullet.And I stayed.My phone buzzed on the edge of the counter. I snatched it
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Night of Truths
Michael's POV The night was heavy with silence, the kind that presses against your skin like humidity. I lay on the soft mattress, my head cushioned against the warm fluff of Ashley’s guestroom pillows, but rest felt like a foreign concept. My shirt was off, and a thin blanket covered my legs. The faint murmur of voices downstairs filtered through the floorboards, but I couldn't make out the words. Probably Ashley talking to Nick. Probably about me. A soft knock came at the door. “Come in,” I said, voice rough. Ashley entered quietly, a small glass of water in one hand and a first aid kit in the other. “You’re going to be sore for a few days,” she said gently as she walked toward me, setting the water down on the nightstand. “I’ve had worse,” I muttered, though my body protested even that small admission. She sat beside me, dabbing antiseptic on a cotton pad. “Still hurts like hell though, doesn’t it?” I didn’t answer. She pressed the cotton to my wrist, and I flinched
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