Claimed by the Mafia King
His heart thundered wildly against my palms, a frantic rhythm that betrayed him more than words ever could.
“But don’t worry, Damiano,” I purred, my tone dripping with mock sweetness. My fingers spread across his chest, pressing harder. “I’ll give you a gift.”
I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “A gift to you… for letting hell free. For letting me free.”
And then, without another word, I let the fire surge from my hands.
It spilled out of me in a violent rush—heat so fierce it roared beneath my skin, consuming him. I felt his flesh sear beneath my palms, smelled the sharp sting of burning skin, heard the guttural cry tear from his throat as my power etched itself int
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