Stolen Desire: The Thief and the Mafia Princess

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Abagail tensed as Connor's hand moved higher on her thigh, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. She fixed him with a sharp gaze, her voice firm but laced with a hint of fascination she couldn't deny. "You're playing a dangerous game,Connor," she warned, her words a mixture of irritation and a growing hunger she struggled to suppress.

Connor's smile was slow and wicked, his eyes holding hers with a magnetic intensity. "Danger is my middle name," he quipped, his voice smooth as velvet, each word a caress against her skin. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "But you love danger, don't you, Abigail? That thrill of the chase, the rush of adrenaline when you're this close to catching me."

She scoffed, trying to ignore the heat spreading through her veins. "You think you can talk your way out of anything," she countered, her tone challenging even as her body betrayed her, leaning subtly into his touch. The scent of his cologne, a subtle mix of spice and musk, wrapped around her like a seductive embrace.

Connor leaned in further, his lips brushing against her cheek in a tantalizing tease that left her trembling with desire. "I don't need to talk my way out," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "I prefer actions, Abigail. And right now, my actions are speaking louder than any words I could say."

"You're impossible," she managed to breathe out, her fingers curling involuntarily against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric. His proximity was overwhelming, his presence filling the space between them with a potent mixture of tension and desire.

His fingers traced a slow path along her jawline, his touch gentle yet possessive. "And you," he whispered, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down her spine, "are breathtaking when you pretend not to care." His thumb brushed lightly over her lips, tracing the curve with a tenderness that belied his reputation.

Abagail's heart raced as his words sank in, her resolve waning with each passing second. "I don't have time for your games," she insisted, though her voice wavered with uncertainty. She tried to pull away, to regain control, butConnor's grip on her thigh tightened ever so slightly, anchoring her in place.

Connor's smile softened, his gaze searching hers with a depth that made her pulse quicken. "Who said anything about games?" he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over her lips, tracing the curve with a tenderness that belied his reputation. His eyes bore into hers, full of promises and unspoken truths.

In that charged moment, Abigail struggled to resist the pull of Connor's charm, the allure of his words weaving a spell around her. Despite her best efforts to maintain her defenses, her resolve crumbled like sand slipping through her fingers. She was caught in the web he had spun, captivated by the dangerous allure of the man who seemed to know her every weakness.

Their closeness felt like an electric current pulsing between them, each touch and word heightening the tension that crackled in the air. "You're testing my patience,Connor ," Abigail repeated, her voice steadier this time but tinged with an edge of desperation she hated to admit.

Connor's expression softened slightly, a flicker of admiration crossing his features as he regarded her. "And you," he began, his voice a velvet whisper that sent a shiver down her spine, "are a force to be reckoned with, Abigail. Strong, determined, and achingly beautiful even when you're trying to push me away."

She swallowed hard, his words sinking deep into her core. "Don't think flattery will get you anywhere," she retorted, though her heart pounded with a mixture of defiance and a burgeoning desire she couldn't deny.

His hand moved from her thigh to gently cup her cheek, his touch surprisingly tender. "It's not flattery if it's the truth," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw with a feather-light touch. "You're unforgettable, Abigail. A woman who challenges me in ways I never imagined."

Abigail breath caught in her throat, her pulse racing as she met his intense gaze. "You infuriate me," she managed to say, her voice hoarse with emotion.

Connor's mile was slow and knowing, his eyes holding hers captive. "And you," he replied softly, his hand trailing down her neck to rest against her collarbone, "ignite something in me that I can't ignore." His fingers curled possessively around her, a silent declaration of the desire that burned between them.

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