The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride
he murmured, his voice closer now, a soft whisper that seemed to vibrate through my very bones.
I tried, I really did, but my muscles felt tense, coiled like a spring. I watched his reflection in the mirror, his dark eyes focused on the clasp, a slight furrow in his brow. His proximity was overwhelming. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing. The air between us was thick, charged with an unspoken energy. It was a dangerous kind of closeness, a silent acknowledgment of something potent and unsettling.
His fingers worked swiftly, deftly. I felt the cool metal of the clasp connect, a soft click. “There,” he said, his voice a low thrum. His hands li
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