Eden Books The Mobster’s Property: An Age Gap Romance

A hand that’s just as cold as his voice covers my mouth.

“Don’t bother screaming for help,” the mobster says.

Impulsively, I bite his palm.

He asks, amused, “Was that intended to hurt me or arouse me?”

My blood turns icy with fear when he traces a pattern on my lips.

“Don’t bite me again unless I tell you to,” he says.

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A sexy short story about a young woman and a handsome mobster!