Ongoing | The Underworld's Secret
His unwavering attraction to her is forbidden, and they both know it. Before her, nothing had ever made his heart stumble and stammer as it does now, all because of one fleeting glance and a glowing smile.
She would rather keep their...whatever it is, he insists on calling it...hidden away, locked behind closed doors, and deep within the depths of the shadows. She wants to protect herself from the scrutiny society will cast upon her for even having the gall to be with him. But he refuses to let their burning passion be ignored, to remain sealed away from the light.
He wants the world-his world, the underworld-to adore her, to bow before her, and to recognise that she is his woman.
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I approach him with caution while he seems to be relaxed by all means. He eyes me as I stand under the light. His shadowy eyes drop down to my feet, and then they slowly come back up to my face. He analyses me, taking me in, silently assessing how easy his kill is about to be.
His nostrils flare, his jaw tightening, my lips parting at the domineering motion. "Ciao, bella," he mutters hoarsely as he takes a step forward.
I do not step back. "Uhm...my name is actually Imogen," I say, my voice trembling.
He throws his head back as he barks out a loud laugh. I feel awkward as I stand in front of him, not catching the punchline of my sentence. "I know what your name is," he says as he calms from his laughter.
He takes a couple of more steps forward, and I'm hit with his strong manly scent, hints of citrus swirling with his scent, as he invades my personal space. I almost stagger back due to close proximity, but I hold my ground.
"Imogen, I'm calling you beautiful. In Italian, bella means beautiful."
"You think I'm beautiful?" I squeak.
He nods with a wide smile. "The most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on."
『 𝙉𝙊 𝘿𝙊𝙐𝘽𝙏 』
What happens when a 22-year old lands a job in a restaurant, and meets the owner's son.
Excerpt from book:
《 His voice was low, raspy, laced with something of desire, maybe, but all I could hear was lust of the most unchaste kind.
"You know, you drive me crazy,... so fucking insane. And it might just be my madness talking, but I have a feeling you want me."
He approached, closing the gap between our two bodies. I tried taking a step back, but only felt the cold kitchen counter against my warm trembling palms.
"Do you want me, dolcezza?" He whispered against my ear as his hands found their way to my waist.
The heat between my legs was insufferable, and my pounding heart drummed against the walls of my chest. In my head, it was clear, I wanted him, but him, of all people? He lowered his hands to my hips and pulled me impossibly closer to him. I let out a shaky breath, that came out as a soft moan. Shit.
"Then be a good girl, and say it." 》
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