His eyes blaze. All of a sudden he grabs the hair at the back of my head. Hovering his lips above mine, he grits his teeth and asserts possessively, "You're. Mine."
Giovanniās Black Heart: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance
I look between his eyes and see the hint of desperation in them. How nice it would've been if he said those words years ago. I don't know why it's important to him what I say now, given how he was acting the whole night, but I take a deep breath, hold his gaze intently and tell him the truth.
Giovanniās Black Heart: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance
He's visibly driving slower than he usually did. Although the last time I was in his car was years ago, I'm pretty sure he's doing this on purpose, making me more uneasy in my seat that I have to readjust the seatbelt several times because it feels as though it's choking me.
Giovanniās Black Heart: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance
"Lock the door when you leave," Giovanni replies, ignoring Gael's comment, and then to me, he slides a hand to the small of my back and whispers, "I don't have a condom, but you're on the pill, right?"
Giovanniās Black Heart: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance
And is it bad that I want to jump onto his lap and straddle him to show him that I, too, am the same? The longing I feel for Giovanni grows uncontrollably every day. And that I, too, am a masochist that still seeks for his attention that only brings me pain? What kind of sick person am I? What are we?
Giovanniās Black Heart: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance