Page 4 of Mafia King's Forbidden Vows

“Alright, I’ll text you the date, time, and courtroom number.”

He hums again. “Are you a lawyer?”

I shake my head. “Intern…at the District Attorney’s office.”

His gaze doesn’t waver, and somehow, it feels like it becomes intense. My heart rate spikes, but before it can morph into any…unstable feelings, he continues.

“I hear that lawyers at the DA’s office don’t get a lot of freedom.” He tilts his head, his voice maintaining a casual cadence, but I don’t miss the curiosity in his eyes. “Always chasing deadlines, overwhelmed with cases.”

I blink, unsure how to respond. Well, he isn’t entirely wrong. “Intern,” I correct, and he shrugs.

“But being a businessman must be equally as stressful,” I continue.

He chuckles, a deep rumbling sound that almost leaves my knees weak. Fuck! I don’t know for the life of me why this man has such an effect on me.

As if that was not enough, he darts his tongue out to lick his bottom lip. “Walk with me?”

“Okay,” I breathe, suppressing any urge to say otherwise. Some fresh air wouldn’t be so bad, right?

The air outside is cold, and my short, sleeveless dress does nothing to shield me from it. Goosebumps and shivers start to wrack my body, although I’m not sure if it’s from the breeze or his stare.

The night is thick with unspoken silence as I rub both of my hands against my arms, pretending to stare at the view in front of me.

Well, admittedly, the garage filled with lots of expensive cars is quite the eye candy to stare at.

“Tell me, do you ever take a break?” His voice pierces through the night, above the receded music, and the next thing I know, I feel warmth, followed by a rich-smelling cologne engulfing me.The soft material of his suit jacket sinks into my shoulders as he throws it over me, and I instinctively cling to it.

When I turn to stare at him, my breath catches in my throat. The sleeves of his white long-sleeved shirt are rolled up to his elbows, and I see tattoos. Dark ink runs from his perfectly toned upper arms, spiraling through thick muscles down to his wrists. I briefly wonder how many more he has…and where else he has them.

“Not really,” my voice comes out a squeak, and I snatch the jacket tighter to my body.

He stares at me, his eyes seeming to be half open as they briefly take in my cleavage before he returns his eyes to mine.

A moment of silence passes as he swallows thickly, then shoves his hands into his pocket, his biceps bulging at the movement. “Why not?”

Something about this ambiance steeps my breathing and unleashes the dam between my legs. “Lawyers and our deadlines…remember?” I throw in an awkward chuckle to which he smiles.

“What about you?” I add.

He pauses and stares intensely for a moment. The type of stare that freezes me in my spot and leaves me anticipating something I’ve kept at bay for years.

“I just go with what’s…in front of me.” I don’t know if it’s just me, but there’s an edge to his voice…drawing…taunting my sexual status…or lack of it. And maybe this is the reason I respond, despite knowing the possible consequences.

“And today? What’s in front of you today?” The words leave my lips in a breathy whisper.

His gaze darkens and he takes a step closer so that I feel his breath on my cheeks. “A fucking sexy lawyer I’d love to indulge in one night of freedom.”

Fuck! This man will be my undoing!

A sharp gasp escapes my lips as he raises a hand to tuck a stray tendril behind my ear.

Before I can think of anything, his arm snakes around my waist, pressing our bodies together as he dips his head and captures my lips.

It’s a soft, feathery movement at first, as if acquainting me to his lips, but suddenly I’m beyond the damn stage of acquaintanceship. I want those lips on mine and on every other part of me.

Aria! This is so out of character for you!

Frankly, at this moment, I couldn’t care less aboutcharacter. This man makes me give up all my self-control.

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