My hands are on the railing and I can see the New York City alive with lights and traffic even at this hour.
It's late, and I know this is the last place you should be, tipsy and alone but hey, I had a great time at the party.
I feel the air change - in a good way - and I smile still looking 100s of feet below.
"Principessa"
The word comes in a heavy Italian accent.
He found me.
The Italian mafia boss found me. The son of the man who has been my family's enemy for - forever - has found me.
It's not like I was hiding... I'd call it waiting.
I continue to lean over the railing dangerously and let my hair put on a show.
"Careful," he growls stepping right behind me.
"Or what?" I say turning around and smirking back at him.
His eyes darken in response and a low sound escapes his throat.
"Don't talk like that to me. You and your pretty.. little.. mouth.." He trails off.
I wet my lips and give him a sweet smile that annoys him more.
He leans in, dangerously close to my ear and I hold back a shiver as his first hot breath trails down my neck.
Suddenly, even on this rooftop where the wind is blowing terribly fast, it feels really hot.
"You make me think the unholiest of unholy things principessa," he whispers. "You want to know what I think of when I'm around you?"
He steps back to look at my face and in that moment I admire his.
And in a split second his lips are on mine, bending me backwards over the railing. I squeal while you smile into his kiss.
He pulls back briefly to say: "and that's just the first thing I wanted to do to you. I am no where near done principessa, you hear me, no where near fucking done,"
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RomanceTAKEN DOWN FOR SOME TIME BECAUSE PPL I KNOW FOUND THIS AMAZING PIECE OF WORK 💀 Gotta let them forget about what they've read before I post it again 😔 ** This is mature only because some chapters might be gory and/or deal with mature themes.** Shor...
