Mafia's Love✔️

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“Why are you here?” I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and hurt. He closed the door behind him, his eyes locked on mine as he climbed onto the bed, his movements fluid and graceful.

“Are you still upset with me?” He queried, his fingers intertwining with mine as he gently lifted my chin. I averted my gaze, my lips set in a firm frown, my heart still simmering with resentment.

“I swear I didn’t mean to get you hurt back there.” He murmured, his voice laced with sincerity. I shook my head, trying to free my hand from his grasp, my movements tense and jerky. “You refused to let me play!” I accused, my tone mocking, the words dripping with venom. “You always dictate what I can and can’t do.”

He chuckled, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle peck. “Since when have I denied you anything, ma chère? You’ve had it all since the beginning.” He reminded me, his arms wrapping around me in a warm, comforting embrace.

I pulled back, my eyes flashing with irritation, my voice laced with defiance. “But Joon, I wanted to do more.” My words hung in the air, a challenge, a provocation. He gazed down at me, his expression serious, his eyes piercing. “We have to play fair, don’t we?”

I hated it when he bossed me around, always trying to control the situation, my every move. “A little fun wouldn’t hurt anyone.” I said, my tone threatening, the words barely concealed behind a veneer of sweetness.

He chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement, his voice low and husky. “You shot him, sweetheart.” My face flushed with anger, my heart racing with excitement. “Gosh—stop being so seductive!” I whispered, my voice barely audible, my gaze drawn to his.

No sooner had the words left my lips than he pushed me down onto the bed, his movements swift and decisive. “Am I making it too hard for you to control yourself?” He queried, his voice low and husky, his gaze burning with desire.

I gulped, avoiding his gaze, my response barely above a whisper. “I…I don’t know.” The words trembled on my lips, my attempt at boldness faltering under the intensity of his gaze.

“Ah, admit to it, you’re the one making calls and the one who’s seduced me.” He taunts, his eyes roving over me with an unapologetic gaze, his voice dripping with amusement. “You’re the one who’s been playing the game, and I’m just a willing participant.” He raises an eyebrow, his expression daring me to deny it. “Come on, don’t be shy. Admit it, you want me just as much as I want you.” His words are laced with a confident smirk, as if he knows the answer already.

As I lay beneath him, his arm wrapped around my neck like a vice, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trapped desperation. “Isn’t it the other way around?” I protested, my voice laced with defiance. “You’re the one on top of me, trapping me, not the other way around.”

His warm breath danced across my skin as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he whispered, “I’ll give you one more chance to be honest.” His hand traced a path from my neck to the curve of my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.

I remained stubbornly silent, refusing to give in to his demands. But my body betrayed me, responding to his touch with a soft moan that escaped my lips before I could silence it. His eyes gleamed with a mischievous intensity, a devilish glint lurking beneath their captivating surface.

He sat up straight, a scoff escaping his lips. “You’re really going to play it that way?” He asked, his eyes glinting with amusement. Before I could react, he pushed me down, pinning my hands above my head. His eyes locked onto mine, burning with a fierce intensity that left me breathless.