Don Marcello, Lord Of Desire

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sting on sitting so far from me. It is already obvious how much she doesn't like me. She has

her to eat. I am not used to ha

touched anythin

ome there to help you stuff up y

me a coy l

to eat," she says, rais

ou are playing with your food is an invitation itself," I tell her. Her

y parts her lips, bites it off the fork, and licks her lips even more slowl

y unhurriedly, and finally slow

d sip my coffee.

t touch her. It would be despicable if I did any of those things I haven't stooped thinking about doing to her, to those full lips, to that slutty mouth...

t even clear hal

her fork on her plate. She gives m

e's probably not tha

get up. I pull on my ja

be ready on time but you can inform her if you want it earlier or later. Don't waste your energy trying to escape, because you won't succeed. Don't fight

ou going?" s

espond. It sho

going to die doing nothing other than thinking about the eas

then I will have to look you up in your room the whole day, and I am sure you wouldn't want that. I will send you some books to read. I hope

briele says. Always goes straight to the point. That's one of the many reasons why I chose him to be my right hand though he is just

at u did and I am not going to talk over tea about the repercussions of my actions. I did

Roberto's rival ever since they started working in the mafia, but he is being unreasonable. I can't just let him have his way with the De Luca family. I owe them a lot. That's why I am going to keep Roberto's heir safe, even though she claims she doesn't want my protec

with the interior designing team. After that, I go for lunch, and that's the time I start wondering how my stubborn Elsa is doing back home. I hope she hadn't bitten off someone's ear or finger. I don't know why I can't stop imagining her fighting my staff trying to escape

work and moving about, but there is something about having something to look forward to when

ing how she has managed to invade my thoughts and destroy me the whole time I was tryi

rs in their usual places, the minibar, the tables, frames, vases, everything is inta

hout thinking twice. She immediately turns her hea

's stil

d for a novel. I stand transfixed in the doorway, staring down at her. She's still in

r plunged over her shoulders, to her effervescent, champagne-brown eyes which are dew-pond round, staring back at me, to her dainty

Marcello!

to cover the few strides between me and the bed

aven't talked to Sofia in a week. I th

ly sensible thing that I can

at you might think is fine,"

ific but good eno

s bulge

my body is responding to her, it's out of c

e," she says, cl

u trying to

shrugs. It must be someth

nt her to look me in the eyes an

a proble

she responds, still

hat's wrong before I force it out of your mo

t me. She just wants a t

the dresser. Guess I have to cover the strides after all.

yes is unreadable. Is