He had olive-coloured skin, a stubbly face full of scars, and the sides of his head had balded. He had wrinkle lines on his forehead, terrifyingly veiny blue eyes, and a huge, stocky build. Not only was he double my height, triple my damn size...
But he looked almost fifty years old, and the way that he was looking down at me, his beady pupils smoldering with lust, as he drunk me in with a predatory regard...
Caused me to bite down on my lip until it was bloody, doing my best to suppress my disgust. Hardly able to look at him, without feeling bile churn in my throat.
"My name is Marcello Ricci," he introduced himself, putting his hand on the small of my back.
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Beauty and the Beast: A Dark Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance
RomanceThey say if you keep dancing with the devil you'll get burned. I'd been destined for hell my whole damn life. Living a life of sin, hurting so many people who didn't deserve to be hurt. Except she was the opposite of me. She was like an angel. Who w...
