BREED ME, ALPHA UNCLE
Outfits are nothing; naturally, he was grumpy and scary.
“Hi,” I muttered. Fluttering my lashes in his, because fuck me! Why was I spiralling, thinking about the mannerless, salty dessert when I had a full three-course meal standing before me?
“Angelo Mancini,” he whispered, taking my hands and placing a kiss on it. I'm frozen to a spot because damn! Even his voice had made me throb between my thighs.
This man was gorgeous, dark... sexy, all ribbed and packed with muscles, not a single tat in sight, but I could swear he had them somewhere forbidden on his body; his ears, nose, and lips were all pierced. Even his tongue had a little piercing to it.