The Mafia Lord And His Forbidden Princess

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r name?" I asked, looking at t

not make her features correct, but she was beautiful. I would be damned if I did not know h

e said, "You'll know

wrong wi

beyond Cosa Nostra... I think. Even though what people think of me doesn't ma

ked a brow at her. "But who am I to say? I sure

speak about you the way they do about me." She h

not be saying this out loud. She twisted her head to meet my gaze. "Everyone thinks I'm cruel and cold and whatnot, but it's just a part of wha

alsity of your being so yo

nd it

my gaze. My presence bothered her, irked every inch of her, giv

r the women in our world to be single at that age. Being chased off by an angry husband at my ex's wedding would have been a show

r na

And we're back

change the topic? It'

w me...

straight at me. I was right. She was beautiful. Her features were striking-a perfectly oval face, plump lips, and a button nose. I leaned cl

whispered and I realised ho

ack, making sure my voice hit

t. She added, "We haven't officially met, if that's what

ld push them back, I reached out and swept the locks, my fingers oh so softly brushing her forehead and tuckin

pt the bottle aside. I wanted to remain sober, just to get to know this woma

he chuckled, the sound so melodious,

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nt of loyalty sparkling in her eyes at the mention of Cosa Nostra, so she had to be a

top asking i

he person you'r

rossed my hands over my chest. "I'm runn

not conf

r or not I want to, I would have to

no man in our world was good. She seemed to say the same thing with her eyes tha

general. Just of marriage. Love is what I want, not the fairy-tale kind, but the one tha

were tied to certain rules and would have to abide by them. Love was never an option; unless the person they were f

e both forced to feel for me, though I doubt the younger one,

questioned, and I turned back to he

e, I'm driven by those emotions.

erning how your face lit up while saying that.

no. Maybe. But

ntimacy unless they're romantically involved in it. Many people h

." She shrugged. "Maybe because

. She was blushing. Was I right? I had a hard time believ

I haven't?" she questi

about the whole phys

if you'r

re's only one w

show her what it felt like to be desired and how even a small touch could ignite passion and fire, even without t

the tension in the air. I grabbed the bottle and straightened my arm, taking it farther away from her reach. He

ou doing, D

. My grip was firm, keeping her against my chest. Her face was inches away from mine. Her bre

sounded guttural, much deeper than my regular voice,

, I captured her lips with mine. A different current coursed through my body. I wanted to devour this woma

lla or roses, but right

floating in her eyes. I bent down again and planted a small peck on her lips. It could not be t

Her lips slightly parted and I slid my tongue in. Resting the bottle back on the ground, I gripped the back o

ith the same intensity as mine. While one of her hands held my arm, the o

was too far out of control to pull back. She moaned against my lips,

while I mounted her. Her legs straddled my hips. Even though we were hidden from p

er neck. Lingering on her pulse point for a while, I moved furt

to her body while I kneaded her firm breast. My cock stra

me to the brink of my willpower. She had admitted she was to be married, and I

st her lips, almost desperately, b

ngers on her inner thighs. Her skin was velvety. The moment I touched her lace panties, my insides

over the fabric and ground my hips against her inner thighs. She gasped, clutch

she obeyed, shooting her

etting that. Her desire for more was clear in h

r eyes snapped shut and her head rolled back as her orgasm tore through her, making her shudder at the i

d at me blankly, "because you smell like rosewater." Sh