Bound by His Desire: The Mafia King’s Mistress & Secret Heir
“Oh, please. Moretti doing a victory dance? I swear, I’d pay to see you do that in front of your men.”
“Not happening,” Damien said immediately.
But Draco just looked up at him, his big brown eyes impossibly earnest. “Please?”
The word slipped through every wall he’d ever built.
Elena’s breath caught again. She saw the hesitation in Damien’s face—the tug-of-war between instinct and something softer.
And then, slowly, he stood.
“Alright,” he muttered, resigned. “But only once.”
Draco squealed and began jumping in a circle. Damien followed, awkward at first, his movements stiff and mechanical. But when Draco tripped mid-spin and Damien caught him, the man actually laughed—loudly, freely.
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