He slowly released me, taking a tiny step back, his fingers trailing one last possessive drag down my chest before his lips curled into that signature dangerous smirk. “It does,” he said, his gaze dropping deliberately to the obvious bulge in my crotch, eyes darkening with hunger.“Fuck off,” I muttered, caressing the mark on my neck, skin still tingling. “You could have killed me.”“No, I wouldn’t have.” His voice was calm, too calm. “Trust me, I’d much rather give you a very painful torture than kill you completely. I’d break your body and soul—physically, mentally, and emotionally—so bad you’d never let anyone in again. You’d crawl back to me every night, begging for the pain only I can give you.”This time I actually shivered, not from lust but pure, ice-cold fear. There was no hint of playfulness in his eyes, no teasing smirk lingering at the corner of his mouth. He meant every single word. The mafia heir staring back at me wasn’t the man who had just jerked me off against the
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