His Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance

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She responded.

And that screwed with my mind to the point of no return.

Knowing that I couldn't make her a one-time thing.

From the way her body reacted to my touch, the way she trembled as I caressed her beautiful, sinful fucking body...

I knew that she didn't make a habit of one-night stands, either.

Because every time I touched her, I set her on fire.

Had her quivering over the smallest of things...

As if I was exploring parts of her that had never been explored before.

Nobody reacted that way to my touch before.

When I usually fucked women, I fucked them hard, rough, nasty, fast.

Not wasting any time on slow-burn.

Just needing to cut to the fucking chase.

Needing to get what I wanted.

But with her...

It was different.

I took my time with her, had her fill the room with her sweet fucking moans.

All I'd done was kiss her, caress her, and she'd already driven me to the brink of insanity, causing my cock to throb painfully against the cloth of my trousers, making my boxers so hard to the point I had to resist sliding my hands in there to fucking stroke myself.

It was torturous...

Needy.

And we hadn't even slept with each other yet.

I knew then...

That I'd be damned if I didn't see this beautiful woman again.