饾悡饾悋饾悇 饾悅饾悢饾悜饾悜饾悇饾悕饾悅饾悩 饾悗饾悈 饾悑饾悢饾悞饾悡|鉂| 饾煆饾煐+
17 parts Ongoing Mature.喑冟繍饾憞鈩嬸潛 鈩仇潛愨劚饾摌饾搻 鈩潛烉潛潛 饾搻饾摑饾摀 鈩嬸潛橉潛 饾摙饾摌饾摑鈩别潛も剴 饾搻饾摀饾摀饾摌饾搾饾摌饾憞饾摓饾摑.喑冟繍
"I'm starting to think you enjoy pushing my limits, il mio bel piccolo fiore," he grits out through clenched teeth, exerting just the right amount of pressure on the hand he has wrapped securely around my throat-enough to make my pulse race.
I fight the urge to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head from the sheer dominance of him, determined to hold my composure. Instead, I flash him a slow, taunting smile from beneath my lashes.
A silent, fuck you.
My lack of reaction urges him to press harder and his grip tightens.
A strangled moan betrays me, slipping past my lips. My eyes widen, and his chuckle is dark, amused.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he taunts, tilting his head, reveling in my torment.
"Or is it that you want to piss me off?" he whispers, gaze flicking to my parted lips.
"Tell me, bloom," he growls, "do you want me to devour that sweet little pussy of yours until you finally understand who you belong to?" His voice is a dangerous promise, sliding over me like silk and steel, eliciting a quiet gasp as he traces his lips along the tender skin of my ear.
His lips trail down, ghosting over the sensitive slope of my neck and my pulse flutters as a response.
I inhale sharply-just as he latches onto a certain spot.
And I choke, knees weakening.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
鈯搬鈯扁攬鈹鈹鈺屸潑 - 鉂娾晫鈹鈹鈹堚姲岑解姳
What happens when a ruthless, all-powerful Mafia Don becomes fixated on a stripper with more secrets than scars?
When teasing turns dangerous and resistance only fuels obsession, lines blur between desire and destruction.
She defies him. He takes what's his.
But as the past claws its way back, dragging them into a storm of passion, possession, and betrayal, one question remains:
Will they survive each other, or will they burn together?