The mafia boss is the man of my dreams
I spat, glaring at him from across the floor.
Conan closed the distance between us in two long strides. Before I could move, his hand flew to the back of my head, fisting my hair harshly and yanking my face upward.
"You say all of this with tears in your eyes," he mocked, pulling harder. I bit my lips so hard they almost bled, forcing back a scream. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Never. "What, are you excited at the thought of being taken by multiple men?" he added, laughing maniacally.