Kidnapped By The Mafia Boss
Though a small voice inside my head tells me to stay as far away from this guy as possible, I find myself leaning into him, my nipples growing hard from feeling his muscles.
"I missed you," Wyatt mumbles into my neck, kissing the spot and inhaling me like a drug. He then nods at Victor, glaring at the guy like an overprotective boyfriend. "Who is this?"
Victor studies us under silence, then reaches out his hand. "I'm Victor," He says. "And you are?"
Wyatt takes his hand, shaking the guy's entire arm for the hell of it. Jealous bastard. I wish I could say I find his alpha-guy behavior silly, but I'm enjoying every minute of this.
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