Page 74 of Dark Mafia Vows

His question lingers in the air, hanging heavily between us. I open my mouth, but no words come out. Instead, I just stare up at him, at the lines of his jaw, the way his lips press together, the slight furrow in his eyebrows as he looks at me, as if he’s trying to figure something out.

But I don’t have answers. Not for him. Not for myself.

My heart pounds heavily, and I don’t know what I’m doing. All I know is that the weight of the unspoken tension between us is suffocating. I can’t take it anymore.

Without thinking, I step closer, closing the distance between us, and before I can stop myself—before I can even process what I’m doing—I lean in and press my lips against his.

The moment I kiss him, everything stops. The world goes quiet. My pulse roars in my ears as I feel the warmth of his lips against mine, soft but firm, slow at first but quickly deepening. His hands move to my waist, pulling me closer, and the kiss grows more urgent, more intense, until there’s nothing else but him.

I lose myself in the feeling—his warmth, his touch, the way he pulls me against him like he can’t help it, like he’s been waiting for this as much as I have. My mind goes blank, and everything else fades away.

There’s no deal, no sham marriage, no pretending.

Just us.

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DARIO

Alow groan rumbles through my throat as I reluctantly pull my lips from Ginny’s.

“If you keep kissing me like that, I’m going to fuck you right here,” I murmur against her mouth, making sure only she can hear.

Her eyes flash with mischief, and in a hushed, teasing voice, she replies, “I think you’re a few days too late to worry about who might walk in. Anyone could’ve caught us when you fucked me in the kitchen a few days ago.”

Her breathy voice makes me hard as a rock, a delicious shiver running down my spine at the memory. But then mild annoyance fills my chest at the thought of someone else seeing her, hearing her moans and cries as I fuck her.

Ginny is mine and mine alone. She’s meant for my eyes and ears only, and the thought of someone else getting even just a glimpse of that makes me furious.

Seeing the look on my face, she laughs and slides her hands over my shoulders.

“Don’t get all possessive now. I don’t think anyone saw a thing. Your domestic staff resume for the day at eight,remember?” she whispers into the space between us, her lips brushing my lips with each word. “Besides, no one else gets to touch me but you.”

I bite back a moan as she kisses my jawline before moving downward toward my neck. Her warm tongue traces its way over my beating pulse as I grab her waist firmly, trying to eliminate the space between us.

A soft bark interrupts us from our sex-crazed bubble. My head bends down to the source of the sound, and that’s when I remember that we have a new addition to the household.

Ginny gasps, crouching down as if she too just remembered my gift. Her breathless laugh fills the air as the puppy, all shaggy fur and overexcited legs, bounces forward, its tiny tail wagging frantically as it yips again.

“Has she eaten?” She looks up at me, and I grind my teeth. “It’s ashe, right?”

She furrows her eyebrows cutely, running her hand over the soft fur of the little animal. When it licks her hand, its pink tongue darting out, Ginny giggles, a sound that sends a reluctant warmth coursing through my chest.

When Ginny continues to pet the dog for a few more seconds, I groan inwardly. When I thought of buying Ginny a dog, I didn’t consider that my girl’s attention would be divided between us both. Now I stare at them, my dick painfully hard in my pants, while the reason for my current state makes baby sounds and coos at her new pet. Ginny’s head tilts slightly as she gently raises the dog’s wagging tail.

I’d almost forgotten I’d asked a question until Ginny gasps.

“It’s a girl!” Ginny beams, looking up at me through long lashes as she cradles the dog to her chest.

My annoyance disappears—for a moment though, because I’m still painfully aroused—replaced by warmth spreadingacross my chest at the pure joy on Ginny’s face. When I promised myself that I would do anything to make her happy, I meant it.

“What should I name her?” Ginny asks, cradling the pup in her arms.

“Anything you want, Princess.”

I swallow the thick arousal choking me up before taking a step towards her. With a gentle but deliberate motion, I take the squirming pup from her hands, feeling the warmth of its tiny body against mine as I carry it to the corner of the kitchen where I’ve set out its food. It sniffs around, tail still wagging, then dives eagerly into the dish, its tongue lapping up the food with little, contented snorts.

Ginny watches, smiling. I can’t help but admire the grin on her face and the way her eyes soften. I slip my hand into my coat pocket and whip out my phone.

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