The Mafia's Frozen Bride
“I don't care what you call me: boyfriend, lover, fiancé, or husband. Don't ever say we don't have a relationship.”
“But—” she protested.
“There is no but, Darcy,” I cut in. “You're mine.”
I silenced her mouth as I brought our bodies together. Ignoring her protests, I took her to the bathroom and f*cked her in the tub. Of course, she whispered how many times I climaxed before we exited the bathroom.
Darcy refused to go with me to the club. The media ran stories about our affair daily after attending Errol's birthday. What was she worried about? Everyone at the club knew about our relationship, and I didn't mind calling her my woman.
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