Chapter 6

He doesn't move. Doesn't blink. Then, slowly, he exhales, his broad chest rising and falling. He steps closer, the heat of his body enveloping me, his cock brushing against my knee.

His hand lifts, his knuckles grazing my cheek before his fingers tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, intense, burning with something I can't name.

"I know, princess, most women in the mafia are," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "Do you trust me?"

My heart ...