Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex
His eyes darkened with a heavy, visible hunger as they roamed over her, his tone thick with provocation.
“Pinning your lust on someone else’s helplessness is your specialty, Mr. Mancini, not mine,” she shot back.
His brow furrowed for a split second before his eyes narrowed into slits. “At least I admit I want you, amore mio. Unlike you, who spends every breath denying her own desires.”
He moved with sudden, predatory speed, closing the distance and catching her in his arms. His hand circled her waist, pinning her body flush against his. But the moment they touched, she shoved against his chest with every ounce of strength and fury she had left.
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