Nora's POV
Sexual tension.
I glare at my boss through my glasses from where I'm seated with my legs crossed. I am pissed off at the new order he is bringing to the clan, and God do I hate his stupidly handsome face and the way he smirks at me.
We like to pretend it's because we hate each other that we glare like this but it's obviously s****l tension hanging thick in the air between us the same way my p***y is soaking wet between my legs.
My mouth and mind can keep cursing at him and insulting him for being a morally grey bastard but my body is always saying otherwise and going against my brain and logic.
The boss of my mafia clan is insanely dangerous and insanely attractive at the same time.
He is crazy in all the best ways and no one can come close to the level of sinfulness he br
