The Mafia Heir: His Forbidden Queen
Enzo Romano, what you do to me means nothing to you. But to me, your touch burns, Enzo Romano. It hurts!
In a month and a few days, this round will be over, and we will each go our own way. You will go back to your stable life, to your lover who was always there.
And me? I will go back with a huge emptiness in my chest, with a hole in my heart that aches like I am cursed!
Who is going to pay the price in the end, Enzo? Huh?
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"Enzo!" I breathed heavily, the heat burning in my throat. Damn, what is he doing?
"Shhh. Stay like this for a moment, Celine. Please." He whispered with a faint voice, mixed with a strange madness, while I felt his chin rest on top of my head, his hot breath sneaking into my hair.
"Enzo, what are you doing?" A tremble crept into my voice, and the heat rushed through me, making me feel dizzy! It was like my stomach tightened hard, as if I had suddenly caught a deadly disease!
"Let me see it, Celine." He whispered, leaning his head more, his panting breath touching my bare shoulder, hitting the sensitive spot near my neck!
"Enzo." I whispered his name like I was breathing him in, my eyes closed, and all the walls I built around myself started to fall without any fight!
"Do not say my name like that, Celine." His voice shook just like mine did, as if we drowned in the same whirlpool, but why?
He has a whole life. He already has a lover. A perfect woman, steady in his world, someone who does not shake and does not break.
So why then is he playing with me?