Xavier's intense gray-blue gaze fixed on her.
"Why the fear?" He withdrew his hand from her pants, tracing up her tight waistline. "Scared of what I might do?"
Yasmine clenched her jaw, forgetting momentarily that the man before her was a feared mob boss, and met his gaze defiantly.
"Are you scared I won't be able to stop myself?" Xavier's voice lowered as his nose grazed the warm side of her neck, lingering suggestively at her collarbone.
Just when Yasmine braced for a fervent kiss, Xavier chuckled lightly.
"Or maybe... you're scared I'll do something even more extreme... like this?" In an abrupt move, Xavier grasped her hips and jerked her toward him.
Yasmine's body softened as her c******s was pressed tightly against his trouser fabric, which sent waves of pleasure through her.
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