MAFIA'S ANGEL
I refused to admit that I was feeling a brand new, terrifying hunger rising inside my core.
"Wet?" I scoffed, forcing a sarcastic smirk as I aggressively shoved his hand off my thigh. "In your dreams, Mr. Parker."
He merely chuckled, completely unbothered by my rejection. He tightened his grip on my wrists, yanking me even closer until our noses brushed.
"In my dreams, incredibly wild things happen, Angelina," he murmured, his breath hot against my lips. "Including you—completely naked, and spread wide open beneath me."
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