Sold to the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance

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ngertip brushes my palm as he passes it over. It feels like a spark leaps from him to me. "Cheers, Annie." He winks. It's the smoothest wink I've ever

d down my throat. Repulsive is a massive understatement. I cringe and wrin

," he sa

ver to me. I see the girls to my right throwing back drink

oth

ast for me. My head is starting to spin a little,

ek around the bulk of the man talking to her and

's it," I warn the

ugs. "Whatever y

slides down my throat and adds to the warm glow in my belly. I fee

r now. Annie, would you like to

e alcohol taking effect. "By the way, what's your nam

over his shoulder to

e hot, grinding bodies. Stephen pulls me into his embrace. In the dark, all I can see are his high cheekbones and shining eyes. We press close

and between my legs, rising up, boiling over. I can barely remember the old Annie, the one who want

uld go like this all night long, never stopping. I move in my miniskirt like

nt, one to rem

the nightm

ter

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in my body fires off. He grinds against me, my arms wrappe

? If he were anyone else, he'd seem so cheesy, so lame. I don't know if it's because he's just

oid his gaze, both out of shyness and beca

y, forming curls as it's illuminated by the colored lights. My grip o

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up at Stephen. "Just a

pleasant heat in my hips is turning into a boiling infern

rges me to turn and kiss him, something that I would never do. But when I turn to meet

stepping back to give him some spa

nom and something dark flashes in his eyes. It looks

t. It's as if I'm having some sort of out-of-body experience.

dark corner of the club. He spins me so the

his moment, but I don't know how much longer I can keep myself together. My eyes dart around the clu

k?" Stephen's question

ent still. I gr

h against my ear. "

ely come out as a whisper, the

ister. The hairs on my neck prick for a moment and my hands slip

hen does

g to find Jenna or Wendy and s

nst the wall. With his finger, he lifts my chin so tha

wants to run fast for safety, but instead I remain where I am. Adrenaline surges so fast

el like throwing up and crying,

e the alcohol is causing me to panic. I mean, what can he really do? We're in a club with

doesn't feel right.

. I feel sick. I

he's a predator toying with his prey. "I said, you aren't going anywhere." His voice is

nks to being drunk, there's no real power behind the hits. Tears start

seems to appear suddenly to my right. I pull against his grip, digging my heels into the floor, but he's too strong.

ank my arm once again. His fingernails cut