Page 130 of My Mafia King

Something I know nothing about.

I imagine him holding me the way he did when he inspected my body the other night.

I also imagine him looking at me with curiosity, a bit of awe, and concealed lust.

The way he does it right now. Is Damaso Salla really lusting after me?

I want to believe he is.

Am I lusting after him? The attraction is there.

Every time he looks at me, my body vibrates, and things happen to my skin. Goosebumps dot my arms, and my nipples push against my bra, hard like pebbles.

My frame is tense, and my center is warm and slightly pulsing.

I’ve never had that sensation when a man was that close and looked at me. But they never looked at me like him.

Those bedroom eyes do naughty things to me.

The way he parts his lips like he’s in awe when watching my body makes me want to be a naughty flirt as well.

I’m not doing any of that stuff, but I wish I did.

And then the way he tears his gaze away from me only to immediately bring it back as if he’s struggling makes me want to feel his touch on me even more.

But this…

This is a terrible idea.

Normally, men like him would scare the hell out of me.

I’m not scared of him like that, but he is frightening in other ways. He can change me and do things to me that will stay with me forever.

And forever is a very long time.

But the story is there, waiting to happen.

I don’t know if it will, but it’s bubbling under the surface as our eyes meet and pull away in a hypnotic dance that makes me forget who he is and why I’m here.

It also throws a veil of forgetfulness over the other big things in my life. The changes I’m seeking. The one I was talking about with Jen moments ago.

He speaks again.

“We’ll have dinner at seven and then go to the casino.”

“Okay. I’ll be there. Is there anything I need to do?”

He thinks about it for a moment.

“No.”

And then he suddenly looks conflicted.

And I know that feeling very well since I often experience it.

With some effort, he ends our conversation and pushes out of his seat, when out of nowhere, I rise to my feet and step toward him.

We are inches apart, and I don’t know what to say.

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