Beauty and the mafia boss by Belluci Lola

Author:Belluci, Lola
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 36

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Gabriella Matos

I’ve forgotten how to breathe.

My legs follow Vittorio's lead without me having to make any decisions, and I thank God for that, because I don't think I could, not now. My brain feels like it's turned to jelly, and all because I felt his lips on my skin.

My heart beats in every inch of my body instead of just my rib cage. I didn't know it was possible to feel him so intensely until that moment.

I was foolish to think I could play this game of pretending; all it took was one gesture from Vittorio to make me want to abandon the skin of the woman I was so determined to play tonight and run away.

My desire is to bury myself in a tightly closed shell, where my already abused heart will never again be exposed to the colossal damage that was done just by a whispered word, a crumb of a caress and a kiss on the corner of the lips.

Don is incredibly better at pretending than I am, because when we reach the dance floor, while I'm panting and completely affected, Vittorio has the same impassive mask on his face that he wears almost twenty-four hours a day and the same unwavering posture of which he never gets rid of. In his perfect tuxedo and slicked-back hair, he is a god, and no mere mortal would dare say otherwise.

Standing facing each other with a meter between us, we wait for the music to start. Violins, accordions, and a cello cry out the first notes, and every bit of me vibrates, anxious, as I realize they're going to get a few minutes of what Vittorio's kiss left them hungry for, more of his presence.

How is this possible? How can I be so indelibly attracted to this man after such subtle, short touches? It's like consuming the first dose of an addiction I didn't know I had and now finding myself hopelessly dependent.

Vittorio's hand reaches out to me, and I accept it with my eyes on the floor, as the choreography orders. On either side of us, a line of couples does the same on the crowded dance floor.

I hold the skirt of my dress with my free hand and make a short curtsy. Then I stand up and finally meet my Don's gaze. It never leaves me.

Vittorio follows each of my movements as if there was nothing but me in the room, as I perform the first steps of the rehearsed dance. And when the moment finally arrives when our bodies come together with our hands intertwined, my body dances as if that were the greatest purpose of its existence.

Vittorio leads me around the room, walking with me and spinning me around. And the moment the exchange of pairs happens, the threads, those threads that pulled me towards him the first time I saw him, seem to become shorter and hiss as they are stretched in an almost painful way.

However, all it takes is for me to

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