My Mob Husband
His blue eyes suddenly darkened, and his jaws clenched, as if he was just barely holding back.
Suddenly aware of my vulnerable state, I hastily picked up my clothes from the floor and covered my body. Embarrassment and humiliation ignited a fiery heat in my cheeks.
Vicenzo heaved out a sigh.
“You see, bellezza, I am a very possessive man. What’s mine is mine alone, and I don’t intend on sharing it with other people,” he coldly said. “I own you now, which means I get to own your body, your heart, and even your soul.”
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