Married At Gunpoint: The Mafia Boss Chose Me

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inside. He stood with his back to me, slipping off his shoes as if he belon

ing to redecorate my prison?" I stopped

sening his tie with a slow indiffe

e married, remember? Married couples share a room. If I ever grow bored, I

ract was signed with threats and loaded guns, Luca. You put on

counts. My signature's on the paperwo

I stepped furthe

loor," I responded, r

a lazy pace, the air around him thick with warning. I stayed root

ng cold against my back. One hand braced near my head, the other hidden awa

ys have to smel

ed my cheek. He took his time staring at my mouth and the clean lines of my jaw. He didn't look young. He car

look. His body hovered near mine. T he smell of expensive cigarettes, leather

l outfit. Your pussy holds tight around me. Maybe I'll taste your lips next." His

lips against mine. That would put an end to this twisted back-and-forth. That would let me f

nsion. He drew back a step and looked at me w

ncess. Tonight

ides. I forced myself to i

to step up your game. My lovers have some sense of style.

assment and anger

es. Maybe that's why you have to drag the bride to

is eyes shifted, something r

sarcasm heavy in my voice. "Don't worry, 'boss.' Yo

d closer. In one quick motion, he seized my wrist and yanked me forward.

e, but he was already fumbling with the zi

and now you want to back out? Sorry,

room. Fear hammered in my chest, sharp and relentle

. His jaw tightened. His eyes bor

ding my ground. "You don't ge

led, heavy with all the things nei

slow breath. He snatched my coat from t

thi

I asked, my hands shaki

ng, when I'm interested, I make it worth your while. All it takes is the right outfit, t

. I'm not some t

d around my cheeks, forcing me to meet his stare. "Go on. Let your mind wander to that fool again, and you'

feeling is the same. I lost a year of my life because of him, locked away. And I got dragg

ifted over me once, slow and unreadab

He removed his clothes until he was standing in nothing

His toned stomach flexed as he shift

fast. My coat hung uselessly in my arms, and m

ave been t

wasn't fear. Hatred spre

wished he would reach out, wrap his arms around me, press his lips to mine, and promise me that things would turn out fine. That fan

ll figure it al