The Mafia's Illicit Obsession
“I miss you the second you’re not touching me.”
“That’s completely insane.”
The elevator dings softly, the doors gliding open to reveal the quiet, private subterranean level. I immediately slip out of his arms and step onto the polished concrete, turning around to look back at him. He is standing in the doorway, a broad, utterly besotted grin spread wide across his face.
“You literally just had me yesterday, Dante,” I tease, crossing my arms over my chest.
“That’s not nearly enough, mi reina,” he replies, his eyes dark and burning with pure devotion.