Promised: A Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance by Mae Doyle

Author:Mae Doyle [Doyle, Mae]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-22T05:00:00+00:00

Xavier

I know that I should walk away from Janele. I need to leave this room and clear my head. Being this close to her is dangerous and is going to result in me doing something that I absolutely shouldn’t, but there’s no way that I can leave her now.

Being this close to her makes me want her more. The fact that she’s still standing up to me when she has to know that there’s no way she can win makes me want her more. I need to get out of here, and fast.

So I grab her shirt and tear it, ripping it in two straight up her chest. I told her to strip and, if she’s not going to, then I need to help her. I need to show her that I’m serious and that she doesn’t have any way out of this.

“Stop!” She cries, sitting up and trying to wrap the remains of her shirt around her like a shitty vest. Even though she moves quickly, I can still see her perfect tits in her lacy bra and my cock throbs in my pants.

“I told you to strip,” I remind her, grabbing her by the waistband of her jeans and pulling her closer to me. She thrashes, trying to make me let her go, but I yank her harder, then slip the button from its hole and unzip them.

“I hate you!” She screams, obviously trying to decide between holding her shirt around her body or trying to keep me from pulling off her pants. She decides on the pants and grabs them, yanking them up right as I start to pull them down.

I see the flash of black underwear and I grin at her.

“Looks like you’re dressed to impress,” I tell her, pulling harder.

“Stop! I’ll take it off! Just let me do it!” She cries, swatting at my hands.

For a moment, I consider not giving her that option. She fucked up when she refused to just strip for me in the first place, but she’s staring up at me, her mouth open a bit as she pants, and I take a step back. Fine. She can strip for me. I still won.

“Get up and put on a show for me. I want to be entertained.”

Her dark glare tells me that she thinks I’ve gone too far, but I don’t give a shit. I’m going to marry Janele whether or not she likes it but she’s making it so difficult that I want to see her bend to my will.

She needs to understand that I’m in control.

“I hate you,” she tells me, but she stands up and slowly pulls her shirt off, staring at me the whole time. No, glaring. I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t hot as fuck. She’s wound too tight and someone needs to help her relax.

I’m the right man for the job but I have no idea if she’ll let me help her out.

“Pants,” I tell her. Her cheeks flush and she turns from me.

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