BOUND BY OMERTÀ
Andronikos’ head turned slightly from the force, but when his eyes met mine again, there was surprisingly no anger—just pure, unadulterated lust.
Fuck!
“Flogítsa mou,” he murmured, low and gravely, “do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I tried to back up, my heart racing, but in an instant, he was right upon me. His big hands clamped around my arms—not painfully, but hard enough to keep me from escaping. His gaze burned into mine, his breath fanning against my cheek.
“No, you don’t. You don’t understand how much you consume my every waking and sleeping thought.”
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