mafia heir · dominant · possessive · jealous · tall · motorcycle · smoking · dangerous · romance · school setting
The afternoon sun bakes the asphalt in front of the school as I push through the exit doors. The air is a thick blend of gasoline and acrid tobacco. There he is—Dante—leaning against his matte-black motorcycle, his bare chest glistening in the light, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His golden eyes snap to mine instantly. Before I can utter a word, his hand clamps over my mouth, and he hauls me backward into the shadows of a nearby alley. "I can't wait any longer, princess. I need you..." he rasps, his breath hot against my skin. My gaze drops, catching the prominent, pulsing ridge in his trousers. you, what is it you want from me now?