Claiming The Devil’s Wife
“You’re a pleasure escort, aren’t you? So why am I the exception? Why don’t I get to pay for your services too?”
His expression twists. “Because you’re my boss’s wife, goddammit!”
His voice rips through the air like thunder. He turns away for a second, dragging both hands through his hair, trying (and failing) to calm down.
When he faces me again, his gaze burns hotter.
“Listen to me, Alessia,” he growls, stepping closer until our faces nearly touch. His tone drops, lethal and low. “You’re married to Alessandro Mancini. The mafia king. You know what that means?”
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