Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
he rasped, “You think that mouth, that little body, that untouched fucking virtue, any of it is out of my reach now?”
His hand slid down, fingers skimming the edge of my hip like he was already deciding where to take the next piece.
“It’s not,” he said, tongue flicking the shell of my ear, “All it takes is one night. One push.”
His grip tightened.
“And I’ll take the rest the same way I took that kiss... like it was nothing.”
He held me there a moment longer, like he was listening to the sound of my breath breaking apart beneath him. Then, slowly, he loosened his grip and stepped back.