HER INSECURITY, MY TEMPTATION--MAFIA
I chewed slowly at first, savoring it—then faster, unable to help myself.
“It’s perfect,” I murmured.
“I know,” he replied, his tone calm, almost amused.
I swallowed, glancing at him. “How do you know that when you haven’t even tasted it?”
“I know the chef,” he said smoothly. “One of the best in the world. He wouldn’t dare serve me rubbish… unless he wants to leave me no choice but to cut his dick off.”