His Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance

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I could feel a moan escape my lips as he said this, and he let out a low growl as he crashed his mouth down on mine, kissing me so hard I felt dizzy. He moved his hands to grab my ass again as I whimpered breathlessly against him, but Isha's voice carried on calling me, causing us to snap out of our bubble.

"Hurry up, babe! I'm getting tired!" Isha called.

"Let me see you again," he said breathlessly, as he pulled away from me. "Let me take you out on a date."

My heart thumped against my chest with the anticipation of this not being a one-time thing.

I would be seeing the man who turned my life upside down again after all...

The man I'd met at the club was going to take me on a date.

"Okay..." I whispered, swallowing down a lump that had caught in my throat.

"Give me your number," he smiled. "I'll call you."

I nodded, tapping it nervously into his phone, feeling heat flood through my body.

Hardly able to compose myself around him.

"I'll let you get back to your friend now," he grinned, the corners of his mouth curling upwards into a smirk, as he stroked my swollen lips. "Try not to think about me too much."

I let out a small giggle. "I can't promise that."

I turned on my heel, ready to join Isha, before I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned back around to face him.

"I didn't get your name," I shrugged.

"Oh..." He folded his arms. "It's Lorenzo. Lorenzo Salvatore."

A gorgeous name to match a gorgeous man.

Lorenzo Salvatore...

I wouldn't be forgetting that name in a hurry.