ElleIt takes me a total of three seconds to realise what is happening.Aaron O Sullivan, leader of the Irish mob, my fake fiancé and the man who was on the receiving end of my anger merely seconds ago, is kissing me.My heart tumbles in my chest, and I grow lightheaded at the feeling of his soft lips pressed against mine. His tongue parts them, touching mine and fuck.What the hell was happening?One minute I was telling him off, and the next, the next... his mouth was joined to mine, kissing me in such a way that the wind was knocked from my lungs.I arch up to keep up with the pace and Aaron releases a desperate sound deep in his throat, the vibration of it rumbling against my entire body. He walks us back until my back is pressed against a surface. A wall, maybe a door, his body flooding over mine.Electricity crackles all around me, consuming me with each stroke of his tongue. Aaron kisses me like a man possessed. He sucks and licks, teasing the whimpers from my throat. It's filt
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