Captive of My Mafia Crush
I suddenly thank god and all his angels that I wore tights today, because otherwise…
Edward’s eyes move to my open lips for a second, and I can see the hunger starting in him.
“You’re going to get me in trouble,” I whisper.
He keeps his eyes on my lips. “Maybe I want to get you in trouble.”
I squirm a little, anxious, looking over my shoulder towards the bar, to where Andre and Frankie are, wondering if they’re watching, suddenly flushing.
Edward laughs, low and dark, and my eyes move back to him. I see the smile on his lips, the way his eyes have slipped half-shut, and I see that he likes this too – likes me anxious, a little out of my element, under his control.