Beauty and the Mafia Beast
Those dark blue eyes, so deep they’re nearly black, stare into me like they own me.
My fingers trace his cheek, his jaw, his mouth. “You’re not nice, Zeke. You’re dangerous.” I shudder as he plunges deep again. My breath hitches. “And you’re beautiful.”
He freezes for the smallest second, eyes narrowing. “Beautiful? Me?”
I nod, pulling him down to my chest, wrapping my arms tight around him. His mouth closes around my nipple, sucking hard, making my back bow. His hand rubs me, adding to the unbearable heat.
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