In His Shadow: Loving a Mafia Leader
Marina Ellington
"I'm losing you," Rhett growled, his fingers digging possessively into my flesh. "What's so fascinating in that head of yours?"
I looked up at him, taking in the moonlight that carved shadows across his sculpted chest.
"Just imagining," I replied with deliberate provocation.
His eyebrow arched. "Imagining what exactly?"
I ran my fingertips down his chest, enjoying the way his muscles tensed under my touch. "Imagining a man more devoted and skilled than you."
His face darkened, jaw clenchin...
I looked up at him, taking in the moonlight that carved shadows across his sculpted chest.
"Just imagining," I replied with deliberate provocation.
His eyebrow arched. "Imagining what exactly?"
I ran my fingertips down his chest, enjoying the way his muscles tensed under my touch. "Imagining a man more devoted and skilled than you."
His face darkened, jaw clenchin...