Predestined for the Mafia Boss
His strong fingers come against my jaw squeezing hard attracting all the attention to himself, his strong body imposes itself quickly over my legs stretched out on the sand, the cold of the sea of Okhotsk does not freeze my bones as his intense gaze burns every one of my insides.
- Yurich. - I murmur helplessly.
- As much as I imagine I can, Lyana, there is no possibility of you getting rid of me the same way I fell over the precipice of loving you, you are chained to the hell of being mine.
I sigh, bewitched by the man who holds even my dreams, we are sick, we are lovers, we are in love, but we are crazy enough to live a love in the middle of the mafia.
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