"Why do you hide your curves?" Arturo breathed.
He pulled at my jacket, and within seconds...
It was on the floor.
Leaving my bare arms and cleavage exposed.
"M – My husband doesn't like me wearing clothes that expose my figure," I stumbled.
He pulled me closer, his fingers rubbing down the arch of my back.
"Your husband's an idiot." He almost growled. "If I was married to you, I would be proud of you. I would want to show the world just how beautiful you are."
I felt my breathing hitch in my throat.
Not knowing what to say...
Not knowing what to do.
Not being able to deny how Arturo made me feel.
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Forbidden Fruit: A Dark Mafia Love Triangle Romance
Roman d'amourArturo Abruzzi tore the world apart to find the woman that he loved, who mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Feeling empty without her. Cold. Numb. Hollow. Feeling like he was better off dead. Better off six feet under the fucking ground. And...
