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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Book 3 of "Arranged Marriage" Series An arranged marriage of a Mafia princess, from Italy and a Business tycoon, from India, based in Italy with a handful of Mafia connection. Dive into their story of love, adventure and yeah, a little bloodshed, with a lot of spice....🌢 . . . . "Who did this to you?" He growled and gritted his teeth "No one. Leave it" I said I can feel anger radiating off from him. His eyes are red and nose flaring. I gulped and looked away trying to free my hands from his grip "WHO?" his voice dangerous now "NO. ONE!" I stressed glaring at him "Tell me the fucking name, before I set this fucking world ablaze" He seethed pulling me closer "Why do you care?" I asked angrily "Why do I care? WHY DO I FUCKING CARE?" he yelled and grabbed my hips making my body flush against him He fisted my hair and tipped up my head. His eyes met mine. His breath fell on my face. I can smell him. Fine cedarwood and cinnamon. "You want to know, why do I care? Huh?" His challenge sending shivers through my spine "Y-yeah" I stammered and winced as I felt the wound stinging "Because you are mine. My fucking wife. No one get to hurt you! Not even me. If anyone touches you, they fucking die" He yelled at my face A zoo of butterflies exploded in my belly, as I felt his confession running all over my body. I gulped and stared at his eyes which were screaming anger. His eyes wandered all over my face, as my eyes brimmed "Who, mia moglie. Last fucking chance!" He gritted "Me" I paused and he furrowed his brows, as a drop of tear ran down my cheek "It was me. If you want to kill, you can kill me" A few more tears escaped I hate to be vulnerable like this!!! "It was you?" He stared at me and I nodded "Come here!" He just pulled me to him and the next moment he is on the bed, I am on his lap with his arms around me. . . . . Arranged/forced marriage Mafia princess x Business man(mafia) Grumpy x partially grumpy Indian guy x Italian gir

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