Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Toms & fimily understood why fares was en busy with work–base Ne eriginally belonged to Black Eaves Group

For Black How to appoint him as CEO of Comes Tech, his shitities must fave been well–tebogilized. And from what I see of Mary’s out these past fiv days, he was indeed exceptionally rapuitde.

Ax 7 shought about this, my gure settled on Marce’s face and wouldn’t move away.

He always wore gold–rimmed glasses, rarely taking them off except when sleeping.

With his glasses on, he looked mature and reserved. Without them, he appeared somewhat softer.

But whether he wore glasses or not, they couldn’t hide his naturally elegant demeanor or that impossibly handsome face that could make anyone envions.

Suddenly, I remembered a popular internet joke about how men who wear glasses appear refined and cultured, using their seemingly gentle appearance to deceive others, when they’re actually “beasts in gentleman’s clothing.”

My mind wandered to the many intimate moments I’d shared with Marco since our marriage. That familiar side of Marco made me blush–he really was a bit of a “beast in gentleman’s clothing.”

No! I quickly shook my head and patted my cheeks. How could I think of him that way?

I was so lost in thought that I completely missed Marco’s tender gaze that had been fixed on me for some time.

I was shaking my head one moment, patting my cheeks the next, then furrowing my brows, then pursing my lips–my expressions changing constantly, clearly absorbed in my own world.

Marco watched me, wondering what my inner world was like.

Perhaps Marco’s gaze was too intense, because I finally snapped back to reality and looked up, our eyes meeting.

1 quickly turned away, instinctively trying to avoid his stare.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“N–nothing, I stammered.

Hearing my denial, Marco didn’t press further and returned his attention to his work.

Since Marco was busy, I didn’t want to disturb him, so I sat quietly.

However, not long after, Luca brought in a box of pastries and milk. Looking at me with a smile, he said, “Mrs. Vittorio, Mr. Vittorio asked me to prepare these for you.”

After thanking Luca, 1 carried the pastries to Marco’s desk and asked with a smile, ‘Would you like some?”

“Mm, Marco responded with that simple sound again.

I pushed the plate closer to him. “Then have a bife before continuing your work. Even machines can’t run twenty–four hours without stopping, let alone humans.”

Feed me, Marco said without looking up.

Uh…

Feed him?

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How could this man sny such intimate things so matter of factiv?

Fcouldn’t tell it he didn’t understand how intimate the act of feeding someone was, or if he was just teasing me.

My heart began to beat faster, betraying me.

But looking at Marco again, he was busy working and hadn’t even glanced at me. He surely didn’t have any other intentions–his hands were just occupied.

Fine, I admitted I was overthinking again.

I picked up a pastry and held it to Marco’s lips. “Here, open up.”

Marco kept his eyes on the data on his computer screen but obediently opened his mouth and took a bite.

He took a large bite, consuming half the pastry in one go.

When he finished, 1 offered him another piece.

Whether intentional or not, when he bit down this time, he caught my finger between his teeth.

He didn’t bite hard–just gently sucked, like a baby nursing. The tingling sensation instantly spread throughout my body.

Startled, I quickly withdrew my hand, my cheeks betraying me by turning red again.

Marco finally looked away from his computer to look at me and said evenly, ‘Are you teasing a monkey?”

I: “…”

Uh-

Had I misunderstood again? Did he not mean what I thought at all?

I picked up another pastry and offered it to him. “Have another piece.”

“Is it boring for you to stay here with me?” Marco asked instead of opening his mouth.

“Not at all. Being home alone wasn’t any better, and here I could at least talk with him. I didn’t mind.

Plus, there was the triple pay he’d mentioned earlier.

Alia.

Marco called my name again, his voice as magnetic and charming as ever. Even after two or three months together, I still loved the way he said my name.

“Hmm?”

Before I could finish my response, Marco reached out and pulled me onto his lap.

I was so startled that I placed my hands against his chest, my body stiffening. When I spoke, my voice trembled: “Marco, not here.”

“What not here?” He brushed the stray hair from my forehead, looking at me intently, his question serious and direct.

1: …”

I had assumed he wanted to be intimate, but this was the company office!

But looking at Marco now, he didn’t seem to have any such intentions. I had overthought again, and I couldn’t possibly tell him what I meant by ‘not here.”

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Hmm? Tuley, Maren wh1 letting me off the book. He needed to bear from as what I meant by ‘not here.

Being held an intimately in his arms, my tanin wie heats fried, and I couldnt even come up with an exerie.

At that moment, I wished I could grow a shell to hide in, so I wouldn’t have to answer.

Marco’s eyes remained fixed on me, focused and serious, as if telling me with his gaze that he wouldn’t let me go until he got an answer.

wanted to escape, but there was no way out.

His arm, seemingly resting lightly around my waist, was actually too strong for me to break free from.

After struggling, I gave up.

Perhaps my mind had gone blank, but under Marco’s gaze, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

No, I didn’t just kiss him–I bit him.

When it came to relationships, Marco might not have much experience, but in the business world, he was a top–tier boss who commanded respect.

After only a moment’s hesitation, he took control–fiercely kissing me back.

Knock, knock-

A sudden knock at the door, and Giulio pushed it open: “Mr. Vittorio…”

The two of us, locked in our passionate kiss, instantly separated. I tried to escape, but Marco held me firmly in his arms as he asked in a dark tone: “What is it?”

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