Page 78 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

Her dark hair cascades down her back in waves, a few tendrils framing the sides of her face.

She’s the perfect vision of sin wrapped in silk.

“You look beautiful,” I breathe, when she stops in front of me, reaching out to lightly stroke her arm.

Heat creeps up her cheeks as she smiles shyly. “Thank you,” she replies, tentatively peering up at me from under her long, thick lashes.

I stare at her some more, my mind conjuring up images of bending her over, pinning her hands behind her back, and fucking her brains out right there in the hallway.

“We should go,” her soft voice coaxes me back to the present.

I trail behind her, watching as one of the guards lets his stare linger longer than necessary. His eyes travel up her bare legs until it stops at the deep neckline of her dress. My blood boils instantly. My eyes narrow, and I see red as I stop dead in my tracks.

Without thinking, I move towards him and wrap my hand around his throat, slamming him into the nearest wall. His wide eyes bulge in terror as my fingers dig into his windpipe.

“Occhi via da lei(Eyes off her)!” I growl, in a deadly tone, loud enough for everyone within earshot to hear.

Panic sets in his eyes. “I’m so- sorry, Don,” he stammers, his voice shaky.

“Ezra?” Raven calls out behind me.

I force myself to breathe… to stop myself from pressing my fingers around his windpipe until he stops breathing.

“You're lucky she's watching, or else...” I whisper in a deadly tone that only he can hear, “…quella sarebbe stata l’ultima cosa che avresti fatto(…that would have been the last thing you’d have done).”

Straightening up, I let the guard go and stare at him with a hard look on my face as he stares back at me with a fearful expression.

“Sei sollevato da questa posizione(You're dismissed from this position), get back to gate duty.”

As he bows and makes his way around me, I turn back to Raven. She glances at the guard scurrying away before looking at me with a questioning expression.

I ignore it and slide my hands possessively around her waist. A wave of satisfaction sinks through me when I glance at the other guards and see that their eyes are anywhere but on her.

Good.

I lean in, groaning as my lips touch her ear. “Don’t you have another dress to wear? I’m sure I bought you a few that won’t make me have to fight off every man who sees you,” I murmur, my gaze falling on the slit revealing her smooth thigh.

She tilts her head and smiles slyly. “Would that really be such a bad thing? Don’t you enjoy a little challenge?” Her voice issoft, teasing. She bats her lashes at me, making it harder to concentrate.

I draw in a small breath, fighting to control the temptation to drag her back into the bedroom and tear the dress off her. I don’t like the idea of taking her out like this, with every other man in the room thinking they can look at her. But I promised her a night out, and I’ll not break my promise.

“Let’s get going before I end up ripping this dress off you myself,” I whisper, stroking her side softly before guiding her towards the flight of stairs.

“You can do that when we return,” she whispers teasingly.

I tilt my head to the side and really look at her to find her already staring at me, her giggle now fades into a smile.

There’s something different about her, and as I stare at her, I realize that it’s more than her breathtaking beauty… it’s more than just her appearance.

It’s the way she looks at me now, so different from the woman who had first walked into my life. She’s more easygoing, yet stronger, more sure of herself… and now has me in a chokehold.

I still can’t fathom how I got here. This was supposed to be a kidnapping that I was forced to undertake because she had witnessed too much. It was only supposed to keep my business clear of unnecessary attention. Never did I imagine I would be capable of feeling any real emotions for any woman after myscarred past. They were just a means to satisfy my wild sexual urges.

But, now, here I was at the mercy of this woman. She is too young and too innocent for me, but she is becoming my obsession… my weakness! A dangerous one that could destroy me and my business.

We make our way out of the mansion to my black Bentley Continental GTC. I hold the door open for her before any guard can do so and slide into the driver’s seat.

A few minutes later, we arrive at the club. The place is alive, already buzzing with music and conversation, but all I can focus on is keeping her close. I settle my hand on the small of her back as we move through the crowd.

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