RUTHLESS MAFIA'S FEARLESS WIFE
Draft"Do you even know how fukking sexy you are?"
He added softly, almost unknowingly. He watched Anabia from the corner of his eyes. Her long legs, small waist, full brea$ts hidden under sleep shirts. He cleared his throat, realizing he was getting hard.
He turned to face her again.
Amin
"Do you sleep with other men?"
The question came out harsh and sudden. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he awaited her response. Jealousy surged through him unexpectedly, the thought of any other man touching her making his blood boil.
Anabia
"Shut up!
How can you ask this nonsense question?"
His face turned red with anger and something else he didn't want to acknowledge. He grabbed her arms roughly.
Amin
"Answer the fucking question!"
His face was inches from hers, his breath heavy and warm against her lips. His hands tightened on her arms almost painfully.
Amin
"Do you fukk other men?"
He released her suddenly.
His voice dropped lower, more dangerous.
Amin
"Then why the hell do I feel like I need to kill every man who looks at you?"
He stepped back abruptly, running both hands through his hair in frustration.
His voice softened slightly, but his eyes remained intense.
Amin
"You know what? Forget it."
He turned away again, trying to regain his composure. He knew he was acting irrational, but her presence was driving him mad.
Amin
"I don't give a damn what you do or who you fuck."
Anabia remained silent, watching his muscular back rise and fall with deep breaths. He knew she had the body that drove men crazy - long legs, full brea$ts, small waist. He unconsciously adjusted his pants. He was jealous easily, and possessive. Yet she acted immune to him. He snapped,
Amin
"You know what? You're infuriating."
He spun around, his eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and something more primal.
Amin
"Do you even know how fukking sexy you are?"
He stepped closer again, invading her personal space deliberately.
His voice dropped to a low growl, his eyes never leaving hers.
Amin
"Do you have any idea what you do to men? To me?"
He gestured to himself, his chest heaving slightly. He was so close now that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
He unconsciously let his eyes drop to her brea$ts, her waist, your hips. He realized that her sleep shirts hid dangerous curves. He pulled his eyes back up to her. Her face was innocent, those deep eyes unreadable. He unconsciously licked his lips.
Anabia
"You behave like an idiot sometime."
He watched her turn her back to him and slide under the covers. His heart pounded in his chest. He couldn't believe she just ignored him. No woman ever ignored him. Especially not in bed. He slowly unbuttoned his pants, stepping out of them.
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