His Symphony

His Symphony

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When italian mafia falls in love with an indian singer The sound of his phone ringing makes me back away as I look at his phone lying on his bed. But he grips my jaw forcing me to look back at him. "Focus on me." He says as his lips starts peppering kisses along my jaw. "But your phone..." "Leave it." He says his voice having that timber making me more wet. He places a kiss at the junction of my neck and shoulder. I sigh and lean into him enjoying this way too much. His hand holding me up moves down and cups my ass while the other grazes my breast ever so lightly in a feather touch. I bite my lip to stop my moan threating to escape as he continues his ministrations, moving his fingers lightlty around my nipple making them hard as now they can be felt through the clothing. ........................................ He didn't knew her name nor did he saw her face. All he heard was her mesmerizing voice. The voice which had the power to soothe him, to make his thoughts still and his heart skip a beat. That's how beautiful her voice was and after hearing her all he wanted was to have her for him, to have her sing only for him. She lit a dark desire in him which made him yearn for her without even knowing anything about her.
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──── ୨୧ ──────── ୨୧ ──────── ୨୧ ──────── ୨୧ ──── ""I do not love you! We are not-! You are simply not-!" I stammer, unable to form a coherent reason for my lack of affection toward him. He flashes that infuriatingly handsome smirk, leaning with casual ease against the desk. "Now, look me in the eyes and say it again, sweetheart," he murmurs, his deep voice smooth as silk. Tilting his chin upward, he arches an eyebrow and waits with unshakable patience. I can only keep my gaze fixed on the floor, my fingers nervously tugging at my sleeves. "Oh, fuck you," I mutter. His rich, hearty laughter fills the room, tugging at the corners of my lips despite myself. {ᴀ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ} "Oh, please. You are unbearably full of yourself. I do not like you-never will," I scoff, twirling a strand of my curly hair around my finger. He merely shrugs, that sly smirk unfaltering, entirely unbothered. "You are right-you do not like me," he begins, his smirk widening into a full grin. "You are absolutely in love with me." ──── ୨୧ ──────── ୨୧ ──────── ୨୧ ──────── ୨୧ ────

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