Bound To The Mafia King
My nipples hardened instantly against the thin fabric.
Adrian didn’t seem to feel the cold. Or maybe he welcomed it. He stared at me with those dark, intense eyes while the water ran pink down his skin, washing away someone’s blood.
With one rough motion, he ripped his ruined shirt open, buttons flying, and yanked it off his muscular body. Then his pants. Everything.
He stood completely naked in front of me, water streaming over his powerful chest, abs, and the thick length of him already hard.
I couldn’t look away. Something about him in this moment- raw, covered in violence, breathing heavily- pulled at me in a way I hated. My eyes traced the tattoos on his skin, the fresh cuts on his knuc
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