Wife Of A Mafia Don
My heart was back to being lodged stiffly in my throat as I blinked at my new husband, Damien.
He was seated on the bed, back against the majestically designed head of the bed and I gulped fearfully when our eyes locked.
I averted my gaze instantly, and regretted it fast because my eyes landed on his very naked chest, and I felt my throat constrict tightly against my heart.
Tattoos littered his chest, shoulders and arms, in different forms and shapes, and that only managed to make him appear even more deadly than he usually is.
His face has a very light beard on, and his jaw seemed so sharp, it could cut throat air. His nose was straight, and his face looked perfectly inverted. What stood ou
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