Trapped: Bloody Rose
“Do you feel that, Rose?” He asked in a gruff tone. “The effect I have on you is real. Don’t deny it. Don’t deny me.”
Rose’s cheeks burn with shame, even though she pushed her bosom more into his hand, seeking the pleasure she knew he could give her.
Then, she recalled that they were in a restaurant, and stilled at once, eyes wide, heart thudding wildly, and breathless.
“We’re in a bar,” she told him, her protest sounding weak even to her own ears.
“A desert one,” he chuckled.
She turned around, and saw that the restaurant was indeed vacant, save for them, and Enzo and Stefan who were standing by the door, their backs to them. It was rush hour, and that couldn’t have happened, even if the food was terrible — and it wasn’t.
She understood immediately that the divillish man sitting next to her, who starred in all her fantasies as of late, had ensured that they would have the privacy they needed.
For a ruthless mafia boss, he sure could be considerate.
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When Rose meets a mafia boss on one of her night shifts, she thinks he is a peculiar and unpleasant patient whom she would do well to avoid... Little does she know that that encounter is but the beginning to a tumultuous passionate chapter of her life.
Risking everything for the man shouldn't be an option... And yet, she soon finds herself caught in his web of sin, desire, and obsession.