To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss
CALISTA'S P. O. V
His presence filled the room, a suffocating wave of possessiveness, of obsession.
Niccolo moved with a predatory grace, his eyes dark, his expression unreadable. Before I could even react, he had me pinned against the wall, his hands gripping my waist, his lips crushing down on mine. The kiss was brutal, demanding, a violation that ignited a firestorm of anger within me.
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