KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA
But it wasn’t fair, that much I knew.
“Fuck diabetes!” He said with a snort, dropping his nose into the crook of my neck and peppering that area with gentle kisses. Once again, my heart crashed against my chest. “If I were you,” drawing circles around my nipple, he flicked his tongue and sucked on it. “I would worry about creating an addict.”
“Are you?” I asked, almost out of breath and on the brink of losing control of my senses. All over again.
He made a pop sound before releasing my nipple and shifting so he could torture my other breast. “Fuck yes, baby. I’m addicted to you!”