The Mafia’s Housewife Revenge
Her hands grabbed my shirt, pulling me closer, and I got lost in the heat of our kiss—fast, wild, our tongues meeting as we breathed hard and quick.
My heart raced, every part of me alive with her touch, her taste, and I knew I wanted more—more of her.
Then she broke the kiss to my surprise.
She looked at me—her eyes dark and wild with lust then let out a scoff.
This was a side I had never seen and that got me curious.
“Is something wrong, Princess,” I asked in the calmest tone possible.
“No,” she said, slumping into the couch.
“You can talk to me, I won’t bite.” I sat beside her.
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