Drawn To Darkness Michelle Heard Quotes

A strong emotion creeps into my chest, and I know with dead certainty I want to get to know everything about her.

I want to map her body with my tongue and hands. I want to fuck her until she’s so breathless she’s begging for air.

Il tuo corpo è perfetto. Voglio scoparti tutta la notte,

Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.

Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.” –— Voltaire

Out in the world, you can be a badass independent woman, but in here, you’ll submit to me.

You can cry,” he teases me. “I won’t tell anyone.” “Fuck off,” I mutter, the corner of my mouth lifting slightly.

A dog,” Franco mutters. “You stole a dog?” “Not just any dog. Isn’t she the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen?” “It’s a dog, Dario.” I shoot my friend a glare. “She’s not just any dog! She’s my baby.

Out in the world, you can be a badass independent woman, but in here, you’ll submit to me.” “Yes, Mr. La Rosa.

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She lifts her head again, and when she meets my eyes, she asks, “Why me?” I get up, and closing the distance between us, I pull her off the couch and against my chest. I lock my arms around her and wait until she tilts her head back to look at me. It might be way too soon, but it doesn’t stop me from saying, “I’m starting to fall in love with you because you’re a fighter who dances like an angel. You might not have much, but you’ve worked hard to carve out a little space for yourself in this world. You could’ve given in to your circumstances, but you’re working your ass off to rise above them. That shit takes so much fucking courage and determination, and it demands my respect.” I can see how much my words are affecting her when her chin starts to quiver. Lowering my head, I press a tender kiss to her trembling lips.

The woman who’s managed to capture and hold my attention moves as if she’s a light breeze in an open field. My phone begins to vibrate, and I quickly decline the call before switching off the device. I want no interruptions. I‘ve waited over a week for this performance. As the tempo of the song grows in intensity, she claws at the air, her face filled with so much emotion it steals my breath right from my lungs. Christ, she’s fucking breathtakingly beautiful. A strong emotion creeps into my chest, and I know with dead certainty I want to get to know everything about her. I want to spend endless hours talking to her. I want to map her body with my tongue and hands. I want to fuck her until she’s so breathless she’s begging for air.

Unlike the other four capos, I don’t surround myself with soldiers. I prefer to work alone. Then again, I don’t need an army of guards because my primary source of income comes from hacking and finding out information no one else can. The capo title is something I’ve inherited from my father. I mentioned to the other four to vote someone else into my place, but they didn’t want to hear about it. Besides the ballet company, I also own an opera house. That’s where my true passion lies. Honestly, if I hadn’t been born into this position of power, I wouldn’t be in the mafia. Where Angelo, Franco, and Renzo trade in illegal arms and counterfeit goods, Damiano makes his fortune from extortion, property control, and construction.

Kidnap her.” “My kidnapping quota has been filled when I stole Bella earlier this week.” “Who the fuck is Bella?” A grin spreads over my face as I dig my phone out of my pocket. “Come sit here so I can show you the photos.” When Franco takes a seat at my side, I open the gallery on my phone and scroll through photo after photo of Bella. “A dog,” Franco mutters. “You stole a dog?” “Not just any dog. Isn’t she the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen?” “It’s a dog, Dario.” I shoot my friend a glare. “She’s not just any dog! She’s my baby.” A photo of Bella sleeping in bed with me pops up, and I grin again. “Look how cute this one is. I could just eat her up.

Franco locks eyes with me. “Where did you meet?” “I saw her dancing at the ballet company, and one thing led to another.” He lifts an eyebrow at me. “Oh, so she’s a ballerina?” I shake my head. “No, she’s a waitress at a diner.” A frown forms on my forehead. “I’m actually not sure what she was doing at the ballet company.” “And you didn’t think to check into it?” He leans forward and rests his forearms on his knees. “Hacking and tracking is your job.” “I know.” I shrug, then admit, “I don’t want to invade her privacy. I want to get to know her like a normal person.” “I’m going to assume she doesn’t know you’re a part of the Cosa Nostra,” he mutters. I nod while rubbing my hand up and down Augusto’s back.