His Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance

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"Yeah, if I saw anybody else in your position tonight, I would have helped them too. I probably would have done the same for them," he admitted.

"Exactly," I swallowed, sweating profusely. "I'm just like the others."

"Baby girl, you're the prettiest woman I've ever seen in my life. The prettiest woman I've ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on," he murmured.

I could feel my skin set on fire with these words.

Not expecting him to say these things to me.

It caused a foreign feeling to surface on my skin...

And as terrifying as it was...

It excited me at the same time.

The thrill of all of this excited me.

I didn't know that something could feel so wrong...

But so right at the same damn time.

"I know you don't make a habit of coming here often, either," he said softly, cocking his head to the side, bringing his finger up to stroke my cheek, causing my heart to warm at the affection. "You looked out of place, like you didn't want to be here. When I saw you sitting at the bar with your friend, looking all pretty, with that beautiful face, that gorgeous, sinful fucking body... I just knew I had to talk to you."

I could feel my cheeks flush bright red, as I gave him a small smile, feeling just his words set me on fire. Pooling a new-found need between my legs.

He'd woken up a different side of me that I didn't even know existed.

"And after what just happened in here... I'd be damned if I'm letting you leave this club without asking for your number," he groaned, his eyes darkening with lust. "The way your body reacted to my touch, the way you moaned as I kissed you. Look at what I can just do with just my mouth, with just my hands. Imagine we went all the way..."