Page 60 of Shackled By the Mafia Boss

I’m lucky he doesn’t push for me to talk about my parents.

After dinner, Marcus insists on showing me around his penthouse. He proudly points out his collection of books, his favorite paintings adorning the walls, and a small indoor garden bathed in soft, ambient lighting.

We end up on the balcony, wrapped in blankets, sipping on hot chocolate. The night sky is clear, dotted with stars, and the city below us twinkles with lights.

“Thank you for this,” I say, watching the stars in the sky.

“Anytime,” Marcus replies. I can see he’s looking at me from the corner of my eyes. “I just want to make you smile."

He reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle. I feel my heart skip a beat. I can feel the air crackle between us, my chest heaving as heat dances down my spine.

“How about a shower?”

My lungs are struggling from la ack of oxygen and I’m high on pheromones. “Together?” My cheeks are so hot and I can tell they’re red.

Marcus smirks darkly. “You don’t want to?”

“N-no.” I can’t believe I’m stuttering. “It’s just…I’ve never taken a shower with a man before.”

“I’ll be your first, then.” He stretches out his hand. “Come. I’ll help you undress.”

I take his hand, following him to the bedroom.

Marcus pulls off my top, then he unhooks my bra and lets it fall to the floor. Goosebumps prickle my skin, my nipples hardening and my pulse skyrocketing. I’m too self-aware whenever I’m around him.

The way he looks at me, his blue eyes glistening with dark desire, it’s as if he wants to soak me in.

His eyes drift down my bare chest, then lower to my waist. He looks like he can’t wait to get me completely naked and that makes my core throb.

He rips off his own shirt, pulls me closer and wraps himself around me. My breasts press against his chest and his body is so warm.

Marcus’s hand glides down the small of my back, stopping when it reaches my waist. “What’s this?” He pulls out the cuffs I put in my back pocket earlier.

“Cuffs. Kept them just in case.” I try to take the handcuffs from him, but he raises them above my head.

“What do you do with them?”

“What do you think?” I try to reach for the handcuffs again. “Restrain criminals.”

“That’s not the only thing you can do with them, though.”

I’m trembling from the chilly air, but excitement surges through me. My tongue darts out and I lick my suddenly dry lips. Marcus’s breath becomes louder, eyes fixed on my lips. “How about I show you?” he growls.

He gently pushes me to the wall, raising my hands above my head. I feel the cold metal of the cuffs press against my wrists before, with a loudclick, they are locked. “Don’t regret this,amore. I won’t be easy on you tonight.” His voice is husky and deep and it’s heavy with need, and I shiver.

He drops to his knees in front of me, dragging my pants all the way down and moving my feet so he can pull them away.

“Red,” he says, when I’m in only my panties, “And lace. I like it.”

I don’t know how to react or what to do. My hands are cuffed above my head and I’m naked in front of a man who still has his pants on. I feel like an idiot. And a horny one, at that.

My body is on fire from the need burning inside me. My clit is pulsing and aching and I’m dying to feel Marcus inside me.

He swipes a finger over my throbbing clit and I jerk, a groan escaping my lips. My entire body tingles from his thumbs brushing lightly on my thighs. “You’re beautiful,amore.”

I blush. He’s told me that every time we’ve been together. Still, it draws the air from my lungs every damn time.

Slowly sliding down my panties, he follows them with soft kisses down my legs. “You’re so sweet,” he growls, “so intoxicating.” He tears my panties in half when they reach my feet, growling like he’s annoyed by the flimsy fabric.

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