Caged By The Mafia King

A Dangerous

wo days had passed, each moment stretching unbearably under the weight of her captivity. Though the room was luxurious, its gilded

nd the cracks in this pri

a shadow of dominance and precision. His suit was impeccable, his presence su

nimal," he mused, his voice carrying an edge of amus

ng to show an ounce of weakness. "That depend

low and knowing. "You mistake

You're not protecting me-you're keeping me." She took a

is gaze. He advanced, closing the space between them unt

g a dangerous

nflinchingly. "Goo

g far more lethal. His hand shot out, grasping for her wrist. S

er spine. "You want to test me?" His voice

wall, his hands caging her without a single touch. The scent of expensive cologne, rich spice and danger, invade

see it. "You think this intimidates me?" she

a second before he met her eyes again. "No,"

ould sense it in the tension of his shoulders, in the way his breath slowed as he loomed over

g her head just sli

ch too gentle to be accidental. The contrast sent a foreign, unwanted

, more intimate. "You

arply. "And wh

low, predatory. "For

her jaw. "And

allowing her space but not relinquishing his control. He studie

his shoulder. "We'll keep playing this game,

th a soft click, leaving her

g, her skin still tingling f

n them had off