Tangled With The Mafia King

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way, he didn’t show. His storm-coloured eyes were as calm as possib

ut I am not backing down just yet. I can be weirdly persuasive when I w

I leaned just a little closer and made my breath g

haped thick brows

as doing what I was doing. Funny story... I don’t know either. “Are

asked, “Are you drunk already? I s

igh

’t match my speed. So, I faced the front and grudgingly replied to his question

at I was in before but a firm grip on my right wrist held my back.

ould see every detail of his fineness and while I was interested in studying those details, I won’t deny that this strang

intensified and his line of sight slipped to

udly a small-

getting weird. So I broke it.

and he refused to let go of me. At this point, with the insane pro

y head a b

ention was caught. “And these lips... These darn beautiful labbra… If someone were to ask my name

Oh

there was something about the way he spoke. His sentences flowed out easily but they were fil

s off him. His words brought some sort of tranquillity to my soul and I

neath me away so that I could stand closer to him. “Y

talked. He did it again and I felt something change in my soul.

u are good! My heart was a

ended to play a quick game of seduction with him, but now that the table

old me this evening that I might h

louder. “You ar

ut yet I am laughing as though

d before I could utter a single word, his other hand found my waist and he drew me

are you d

you,” he replied, his vo

d to a very romantic tune. It sounded like the kind of mel

lready imagining being na

, as much as I loved to entertain that thought, the fact that I am engaged to be married

ld want more than a kis

nice to touch beneath his coat, I withdrew my st

But he asked with a smirk, “Why

o. You are a ver

nd luckily, some kind of attra

S

nt through a little orgasmic moment. And with the

d, hav

king the game a bit h

k to my seat. When I had s

ur you ano

ast me, and soon he

?” I asked as he got rid

so many q

onder if he was a staff there because the lady from earlier just glanced our way an

ance bore a resemblance to a rich man. And I would dare say he might be a stinkingly rich

ame?” The thick accent in hi

d mug of beer in my direc

bably for

my drink and used that opportu

till watching me. With an indecipherable look in hi

u think you and I wou

ow why I am so shocked. Sleeping with him is all I have bee

bout the way he abruptl

want to… U

and respect my approaching wedding ceremony

nerd I know nothing about. I deserve to gi

wn, gorgeous, and attractiv

don’t get kidnapped. Bec

his gorgeous man who might be a cold-blooded kidnapper doesn’t kill

id wedding. And, no marri

nly tempted. I am

k this man

y chin and I was instantly

rink out and the man, with seriousness, was g

etween us, I became m

t good in the b

nswered my que

ust stick with sleeping with him. Asking him to kidnap m

it will happen

his sleek-looking dark hair fell to the front of his head as he le

feel the same

.” I wasn’t so sure, but I

ul eyes told

see

lose the distance and as we did before, we teas

ow… I get t

quest, and once our lips met my entire being f

happen to my insides a

e had in the past. It wasn’t rough or sloppy.

o good. He smelt and fel

roke th

I could not bring myself to sa

h.

father will kill me i

nsl

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