Spoil Me, My Mafia Lord

is men, each carrying paper bags. The logos of expensive brands were visible o

unt how many days she had been staying at the man's rest house. But even though she couldn't explai

because he had already done so much for her. Even though Sebastian had given her a luxurious life for six

he'd prepared. Despite her quiet demeanor, he sensed a hesitation in Isabelle's eyes. He cleared his throat when Isabe

r he needed to control his emotions. But no matter how hard he tried to shift his attention; he couldn't help but find himself fixated on Isabelle. E

tian smoke in front of her. In fact, she had never even seen him with a cigarette. On top of that, Isabelle was allergi

by the sting. He moved closer to Isabelle before settling on the edge of the

f surprised by her own words. Fynn paused, his gaze loc

aid in a serious tone, his eyes fixed on

I still owe you. Everything you've done for me... it's a reflecti

– an intense desire he had been suppressing for a long time. But despite the heat he fel

bubble that disappears without a trace. He couldn't bear that. He could claim her

elle pondered Fynn's words. She wanted to know him better too, because she felt a strange connection with him. B

t had transpired, but she forced herself to introspect and trie

ing her ex-boyfriend's false kindness. "My heart is easily swayed by the promise of good intention

you. I want you, and that's all.

tian's actions as an excuse. But everything had changed. He respected Isabelle's pain, the hurt caused by the truths she'd learned about her ex-

Fynn inhabited was dangerous – a world of power and influ

filled with doubt

trust a ma

eling the warmth of her body. The room was eerily quiet, so they coul

e slowly leaned in. He studied Isabelle's hazel eyes, mesmerized by their depth. There was a c

everything, he was grateful they were no longer together. Instea

it flush with warmth. Their eyes locked, and when Fynn saw the longing starting to well up in Isabelle's

h her veins. The kisses were gentle yet laced with desire, a dance of lips that seemed to have no end. Th

as as if the world disappeared, onl

their kiss brought seemed to remind him of a desire he could no longer suppress. Fynn pressed his lips harder against hers, and before he could think, th

s emotions, afraid that Isabell

shed, almost tomato-red, her breaths coming in quick succession as she

ered, trying to catch her breath. Fyn

saw Isabelle practically melt with excitement. Isabelle knew it was wrong to feel this way about a man she barely knew, especially since it hadn't even been a week since Sebastian had ended t