"I saw that you were alone," she commented sheepishly. "I was wondering if you wanted to dance?"
"I'm not in the mood for dancing," I retorted bitterly, folding my arms.
She looked a little taken aback by my blunt reaction, but that didn't stop her from carrying on her flirting and trying to pursue me. So she was as desperate as she was sexy. Why couldn't she just get to the fucking point and say the magic word, so that we could both just get out of here and I could fuck her in every hole she had in that tight, thick body of hers?
"Stressful day?" she shrugged.
"You can say that again," I sighed agitatedly.
She took steps closer to me, so that our lips were almost touching. She needed to realize that I didn't kiss, or do romantic shit with women I didn't fucking like. All I did was fuck hard and fast. Fuck and make them scream six ways to fucking Sunday.
"How about I relieve some of that stress?" she murmured, her eyes smouldering with lust as she held her gaze with mine.
She'd finally said the magic fucking word.
"Now you're talking my language," I groaned, letting my fingers trail on her thigh, as I drunk in the view of her delicious fuck-me body.
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Deadly Obsession: A Dark Mafia Romance
Romance**Book 3 is about Arturo's brother** Arturo Abruzzi tore the world apart to find the woman that he loved, who mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Feeling empty without her. Cold. Numb. Hollow. Feeling like he was better off dead. Better off si...
