Page 47 of Dark Mafia Vows

I want to close the gap between us, but I know if I touch her, even for a second, it’ll ignite something uncontrollable.

The want—no, wanton need—I feel for Ginny is suffocating, consuming every part of me. Every glimpse of her makes me go wild, like a feral animal.

Memories from earlier today flash in my mind. The white, almost see-through tank top she was wearing, the way her nipples puckered out of the thin fabric. Her shorts hugging the curve of her ass in a way that had me cursing under my breath.

I’d barely been able to contain myself when I had her up close and cornered against the kitchen counter. The memories of the one night I’d tasted her linger in my mind, like a drug I can’t quit. That night, she consumed every part of me, and I’d vowed to never touch her again, to stay in control. But it’s useless. She’s all I think about—at work, in meetings, everywhere. Her moans echo in my head, tormenting me.

When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I locked myself in my office and gave in, my hand around my dick, pumping, imagining it was her slick, warm heat wrapped around me instead. Imagining how I want to fuck her moist pussy.

Fuck.

Now, I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.

I blow out a sharp breath and turn my gaze out the window, trying to calm the throbbing ache. I ball my hands into fists, trying to rein in the desire, the hunger clawing at me.

This night is going to test every ounce of restraint I have left.

Thankfully, we approach the venue for the event—a lavish hotel that stands tall against the night sky. The charity gala is not something I’d typically attend, but tonight is different. Tonight, I’m here to show off my fiancée—make it clear she’s mine.

The car slows to a stop, and I step out to the blinding flashes of cameras. The cold air bites, but it doesn’t compare to the heat roaring inside me. Adjusting my jacket, I offer my hand to Ginny as she steps out, poised and graceful, the perfect picture of control.

Her slender hand slips into mine as she steps out beside me. She takes a deep breath, but her expression doesn’t give anything away.

“Smile,” I tell her as we turn, ready for the events that will unfold.

We begin to walk down the carpet, and I feel the eyes of the crowd on us. Amongst the gushing and fawning, I hear whispersfrom some of the guests, their glances lingering on Ginny with mixed expressions of curiosity and admiration.

I tighten my grip on her hand as the lights flashes pop like fireworks, capturing our entrance. I can feel the warmth of Ginny’s palm against mine, and I focus on her, trying to block out the noise.

“Just keep walking,” I murmur, sensing her unease. Ginny glances up at me, and for a fleeting moment, I’m reminded of just how strikingly beautiful she is. She glows, even under the scrutiny of so many eyes. I don’t think I can ever get used to her ethereal perfection. I don’t want to.

We enter the ballroom, and I sense her trying to slip her hand out of mine. I tighten my grip, pulling her back towards me.

“We aren’t done performing yet,” I say quietly, my voice a warning.

The gala is alive with energy, and for a moment, it feels like just the two of us in this bustling sea of elegance.

People turn their heads as we approach, their eyes lingering on us, the new couple making their first public appearance together. I can feel the weight of their gazes, some curious, others judgmental, and I couldn’t care less. I just want to make a statement. I want to claim her publicly.

The room is filled with tables draped in elegant white linens adorned with gorgeous centerpieces. The soft glow of candlelight flickers, casting a romantic ambiance over the space. A live band plays soft classical music in the corner, and the sound mingles perfectly with the conversations and laughter in the room.

I slide one hand over her waist, pulling her flush against my side. Her heat seeps through the thick material of my tuxedo, and I hear the soft hitch of her breath.

“You don’t have to,” she tells me through gritted teeth. “They already get the message.”

I glance down at her, taking her left hand in mine, my thumb brushing over the diamond on her finger. “I want to.” The words leave my mouth, heavy with meaning.

Before she can protest, I spot him—Rinaldo, striding toward us. My stomach tightens at the sight of that smug smirk plastered across his face. He’s dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, but it’s the mere sight of his condescending gaze that sets my teeth on edge.

“Look who it is,” he calls out, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Our most recent power couple.”

Ginny stiffens beside me, her body rigid at the sound of his voice.

“I would say your engagement to Dario sparked more interest in the public than ours did...”

“Back off, Rinaldo,” I say sharply, my voice low but firm.

He takes a step closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Why, Dario? I never got the chance to say my congratulations in person.”

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