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"What do you desire? Money? Power? Wealth? Do you want to conquer the world?" I leaned closer, my lips brushing her ear. "Because I'll bring the world to its knees for you. All of it. On a platter. Just say the word."
Her breath hitched, a tiny betrayal her body couldn't hide, but her smile returned, sharp as glass. "And what can a mafia counselor like you possibly offer me?"
My lips brushed her chin, reverent and possessive at once. "World," I whispered. One word. Heavy, final.