Chapter 72 Wedding night with Mafia boss Part 2

“You’re shaking,” he said, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in silk.

“I expected chains,” I whispered, staring at the passing skyline so I wouldn’t have to look at him. “A basement. A cage. Not… whatever this is.”

His fingers tightened, sliding higher until they grazed the soaked lace of my p...

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