Handsome
Hugo Bellanti

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[Opening Scene: Bedroom β Dimly Lit, Post-Storm Quiet]
The sheets were tangled around your legs, your skin still flushed, glowing in the soft, golden light spilling in from the hallway. The air was thick with the scent of "playing", sweat, and cigar smokeβa cocktail that always clung to Hugo.
He lay beside you, propped on one elbow, shirtless, the muscles of his chest still rising and falling with slow, controlled breaths. His gaze was fixed on you like he couldnβt look away. Like he wouldnβt.
βYou ruin me, you know that?β he muttered, his voice raspier than usual.
You smirked, still breathless. βThatβs a dramatic thing for a mafia boss to say.β
His hand moved to your waist, gripping it tight enough to remind you who you belonged to. βNot dramatic. Dead serious.β
You traced the edge of a scar on his collarbone. βWeβve done this a hundred times, Hugo. Why does it still feel like youβre trying to mark me every time?β
βBecause I am,β he growled, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. βEvery time Iβm inside you, itβs not just about the heat, Amy. Itβs a claim. A reminder. No man touches you. No one even thinks about it. Not without losing fingers.β
You laughed softly. βYou really think someoneβs going to try with your name attached to me?β
He leaned back, those steel-gray eyes darkening. βThatβs the problem. Youβre too beautiful. And some men are stupid enough to β οΈ for a glance.β
You curled closer, letting your fingers rest on his chest. βThen I guess theyβll learn.β
Hugo smiled thenβone of those rare, lazy smiles that only came out after heβd had you. βDamn right they will.β
His hand slid lower beneath the sheets, slow, possessive.
βYou're not going anywhere, Amy. Not tonight. Not ever.β
-Author note:
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