Mafia's Forbidden Obsession

velvet curtains were half-drawn, allowing just enough light to cast long, dramatic shadows on the walls. The room was metic

ot just from the alcohol, but from the overwhelming presence of Rowan Falcone, the impossibly handsome mafia heir who followed her inside. His

h a slight hesitation, his normally assured steps now marked by an almost imperceptible unsteadiness. The powerful drin

prehension. Rowan's presence was intoxicating, but there was an edge to the situation that made her pulse race for reason

h rise to her cheeks, the alcohol making her bolder than usual. She wasn't u

a vulnerability in his eyes, a consequence of the drug coursing through his system. He raised a hand

mured, his voice deep

had been drawn to Rowan's deep voice and handsome looks, but now, with him standing so clo

her mouth suddenly

both demanding and tender. She responded instinctively, her hands reaching up to cling to his should

waist. Amara's breath hitched as his touch ignited a fire within her. She was nervous, but t

rgency. Amara fell back onto the plush duvet, Rowan following her down. The room seemed to spin

tleness in his touch that contrasted with the hard planes of his

a gasped into his mouth as his touch sent waves of sensation through her body. She fe

was losing his control by ever

rbone, each touch igniting a

eneath his shirt. She marveled at his strength, his power, eve

air was thick with anticipation and the faint scent of cologne and alcohol. Amara shivered

th away. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with aw

ver looked at her the way Rowan did, with such raw desire and admiration. It mad

ch both firm and gentle. He took his time, explorin

g, the alcohol dulling her inhibitions and heightening her senses. Every

light and shadow across the room. Time seemed to stretch and w

as they moved together – desi

was filled with the soft hum of the city outside, a gentle reminder of the world continuing to move around them. Rowan's arm was draped loosely ov

ns, but the fog in her mind was beginning to lift, bringing with it a clarity that had been absent earlier. She turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of

her enemy, and tonight, she

as she sat up, the cool air of the room raising goosebumps on her skin. She glanced around, spotting her scatte

over her head and letting it fall into place. The fabric felt strange against her skin after the intimacy they had shared, a reminder of t

e relaxed in slumber. The sight of him brought a mixture of emotions rushing to the surface: r

o take one last look at Rowan. She took a deep bre

b of a headache making its presence known. He groaned, pressing a hand to his forehead as he tried to shake off the grogginess. His mouth wa

he memories of how he had ended up here were frustratingly elusive. He pushed himself to sit up, the room spinning slig