Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM)
Dominic murmured, a faint smirk tugging his lips.
Noah’s breath hitched, the touch lingering, a whisper of desire breaking free. He stepped back, rain battering the window, drowning the world outside.
The room shrank, tension coiling like wire. He glanced at Eli’s crib, toys glinting in the gloom, a reminder of his fight. Dominic shifted, wincing, his coat falling open to reveal a muscled torso, scars mapping a life of power. Noah’s gaze lingered, heat creeping up his neck.
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