The Psycho Mafia
My mouth watered at the thought of kissing them.
"Don't even think about it," he rasped.
I frowned, my lustful thoughts chased out by his scolding tone. "Why?"
"Because you're underage, remember?"
"I'm eighteen, thank you."
"Don't," he growled warningly, removing my hands from his face. His large hands swallowed my small ones. "I am running out of self control, angel."
"Good!"
He sighed. "No, not good. I'm a monster. You deserve gentleness."
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