Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 416

Chapter 416: Chapter 12 Exclusively Mine

Lila’s POV

I stirred awake to the intoxicating sensation of Daniel’s lips pressed against mine. His morning kisses had become my most dangerous addiction—tender yet commanding, impossible to resist, like everything about the Martinez heir who had claimed my heart.

"Good morning, little one," he whispered, his voice rough with sleep as he pulled back slightly, those dark eyes studying my face with an intensity that made my pulse quicken.

"Good morning, big guy," I replied with a smile that quickly faded as I self-consciously covered my mouth. "Wait, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. God, I must look terrible—messy hair, puffy face, and morning breath included. I should have woken before you to make myself presentable."

Daniel’s deep laugh rumbled through his chest as he gently captured my wrists, pulling my hands away from my face with the same careful control he used when handling his service weapon.

"Tiny one, you could never look anything less than perfect. Yes, your hair is wild, but it’s beautiful. And trust me, your breath is fine," he assured me, his thumb tracing my lower lip with reverence. "Better get used to this—I plan on waking you with kisses every single day for the rest of our lives."

With that declaration, he positioned himself over me, supporting his weight on his forearms while claiming my lips again. The warmth of his bare chest against mine sent electricity coursing through my veins. My hands seemed to move of their own accord, traveling up his powerful arms, across his broad shoulders scarred from years of dangerous work, and down the muscled expanse of his back. Every inch of him felt like perfection under my fingertips—this man who straddled two worlds with lethal grace.

"Tiny one," he murmured between kisses, "your touch feels incredible. I love when you put your hands on me."

We continued kissing for several more minutes, making me seriously consider calling in sick to Thorne Group. Eventually, responsibility won out. Daniel, ever the protective gentleman, insisted I shower first while he checked his encrypted messages from the precinct. When I returned to the bedroom fully dressed—just shoes in hand—I found him lounging against the headboard, arms folded behind his head like some dangerous god surveying his domain. The intensity in his gaze as he watched me could have melted the reinforced steel of his apartment’s security doors.

"Come here," he commanded softly, extending his hand toward me. I approached the bed and immediately found myself pulled into his embrace for another soul-stealing kiss.

"Tiny one, are you absolutely certain about us?" he asked, his voice carrying the weight of a man who knew the darkness his world could bring.

"Completely certain," I replied without hesitation, meeting his searching gaze.

"I want you to know we can continue with just kisses for as long as you need. There’s no rush."

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