Page 5 of Unwanted Marriage with the Mafia Boss

His gaze is trained on mine, and a little gasp gets stuck in my throat when he approaches me. Really? Me? Out of all the gorgeous women in the room who are ogling him? I fight the urge to look behind me.

It’s not that I think I’m ugly—if I did, I wouldn’t be here at all—but I don’t expect a guy like him to go for someone like me. I’m just not tall enough and don’t have the perfect supermodel body.

Maybe it’s just his expensive-looking jacket, but I have a feeling he only appreciates and wants absolute perfection. It’s weird to judge anyone based on their looks, but he’s just giving me that vibe. Maybe I’m wrong.

“Hi,” he says as he stops right in front of me, his full lips spreading into an irresistible smile.

I bet this guy has never heard anoin his life.

“Um, hi.” I return his smile, trying not to gape at him like an idiot.

Maybe he just wants to ask me something related to the club.

He leans forward, and I find myself enveloped in the refreshing scent of his cologne. Wild and free—it’s how I’d name that scent.

His lips almost brush my skin as he whispers into my ear. A zap of electricity runs through me as he lists exactly what he’d like to do to me. Heat spreads all over me. Oh hell. It would be like a dream come true, but can I trust him? Sure, the club has rules and all, but it’s not foolproof and I’m sure this guy has enough money to get everything he wants.

“What do you say? Would you like that?” he asks as our gazes meet again.

“Yes.” I have no doubts about that.

Is today my lucky day or what? Something like this only used to happen in my fantasies, and never in real life.

A smile curves his lips. “Perfect. Safe word?”

“Sunset.”

“Sunset,” he repeats the word.

I give him a small nod.

“Come with me.” He offers me his hand, and I take it.

People are staring at us. Is that what it feels like to be popular? To be a star? One part of me likes the attention, just because I know it’s not going to last long.

He keeps glancing at me.

“Screw it. I can’t wait to kiss you. You’re just so fucking beautiful.” He shoves me against the wall in the hallway, his lips crashing against mine.

Fire spreads through my veins as his mouth presses hard against mine, his tongue slipping past my lips. His hand slides under my dress and tightly grips my thigh. His mouth ravages mine as his warm body leans into me. It’s like being trapped between two walls, but I like it. I like the intensity with which he’s kissing me. He’s not afraid I’m going to break.

“What is it about you?” he whispers as his lips shift to my neck.

A moan escapes my throat as his hand briefly dips to my already wet panties. I don’t know if anyone’s watching us, but I couldn’t care less right now. He’s intoxicating.

“Look what you’re doing to me.” He catches my hand and places it over the bulge in his pants.

Oh hell. He’s rock hard and huge. Should I be worried? But I’m not. I’m burning stronger than ever.

He tugs me with him, and when the door to one of the rooms opens, my eyes widen. It’s one of those private VIP rooms, and it’s enormous. Soft music starts playing the moment we enter. It’s probably bigger than the apartment where I used to live with—

He grabs me from behind, his lips fastening to my neck. My thoughts scatter as I hear the door close with a click and he runs his hands down my stomach. I know what’s going to happen because he told me, but my body is still tense with anticipation. Will it be as good as it sounded? Better? Worse? Canhedeliver what he promised?

He rubs himself against my ass, sending another jolt of heat through me, as he cups my breasts. Then he tugs on my dress, and the sound of ripping material cuts through the air. I let out a surprised gasp.

Just how strong is he? Luckily, it’s just a random dress I found in my closet. As it falls to the floor, I hope there’s enough left to tie around me after, or I’m not sure how I’ll get home. My heels are easy to slip off, and I kick them toward the corner where they won’t get in the way.

He traces his fingers over my skin, and I forget what I was even thinking about a moment ago. After unclasping my bra with ease, he yanks it off me and tosses it somewhere across the room. His jacket flies through the air next.

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