Page 7 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

But we live together.

We act like a couple. Our cover is that we're a couple.

All of the work with none of the benefits, and what's killing me is that every day I spend with her, the act of being her partner feels less and less like work.

And more like life.

Not to mention, the benefits?

I fucking want them.

With every day that passes, I’m more acutely aware of how sexually attracted I am to this Interpol agent. I can never act on it, of course.

But fuck if I don’tdream.

Roisin settles on the blanket next to me with a sigh. She puts her head on my shoulder, sending my confusion through the roof.

When we're in town, it makes sense for us to touch. We have to look like a happy couple, to keep up the charade.

But here ?

She doesn't need to do it here. There's no one around.

Except me.

So what is real, and what isn't?

I don't fucking know.

But instead of spending all of my time worrying about it, I wrap an arm around her. The salt on her skin is rapidly drying, sticking to my fingers.

I want to lick it off.

"You know, I was convinced when I was a child that I'd see a selkie here," she murmurs.

"Selkie?" I ask.

Roisin nods. "It's a woman who can wear the skin of a seal. She swims in the ocean as a seal and comes on land at night to try and seduce men."

"Like a mermaid," I say.

She nods. "Very. Except she literally takes off her skin and hides it. It was said that the man who found her skin would control her, and I always thought that was sad."

"Why?" I ask, genuinely curious.

Roisin shrugs. "Because it taught me that if someone knows your secrets, they own you," she murmurs.

Not for the first time, I wonder what secrets Roisin is hiding.

I look down, noticing something for the first time. "What's this scar from?" I ask, my fingers gently tracing it.

She shivers, and the sight of her skin under my fingertips makes me rock hard again.

"My brother," she whispers.

She's talked about her brother before. He sounds like he was a real asshole, and it always makes me wonder if Caterina says the same thing about me.

"You want to share more?"

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