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Mila The girls came back right away after Jonathan left and Jean fussed over my smeared kohl as she tried to wipe it and do the under eyes again. Mira came to me with a dress in her hand. “Shall we?” She asked. I nodded and stood up, untying the robe I was wearing. Ten minutes later the dress was glued to my skin as Jean pulled the laces tight over the corset I was fitted into. Mira clapped her hands. “Prevoskhodno!” Excellent! She said with a big smile on her face, at least someone was happy because I wasn't. She held out four inch silver heels and then proceeded to sit on the floor as she helped me into them. “You look very beautiful, Miss.” Jean said as she finally stepped back after pulling all my hair back from my shoulders, she had decided to straighten them instead of putting it up together in an updo.
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Jonathan“What the hell was that for?” My best friend demanded as I flexed my fingers after punching him.“You know.” I gritted out, feeling myself getting more worked up as I thought about it.He laughed, the sound cold and bitter. “This is about her brother, isn’t it?” I remained silent. He wiped the blood trickling from the side of his mouth as he said, “I did what I had to do. What you weren’t doing.”“And what would that be?” I didn’t wait for his answer as I said, “Going against my wishes.”He shrugged. “You told me he must look like a part.”“But I didn’t say to hurt him.” The sight of Dante had surprised even me. I had specifically told not to hurt
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Mila I tuned out the ceremony with every word from the Priest's mouth. I felt going far away from the present until Jonathan’s words pulled me out of my daze when he said in his deep voice filling me with surprise. “I wrote my own vows.” Gazing up, I met his grey eyes as he pulled me closer, holding the fingers of both my hands in his, his thumbs making small circles at the back of my hands. I felt a tremor run through me as he started speaking, “Io, Jonathan Byrne Sokolov, giuro di proteggerti, Carmella Sicilian, per il resto della mia vita.” I, Jonathan Byrne Sokolov, vow to protect you, Carmella Sicilian, for the rest of my life. I stared at him as the Italian words registered in my mind. My mind spun and my heart beat double it’s rhythm. “Giuro che ti amerò sempre, ti amerò e ti metterò al di sopra di ogni altra cosa..” I vow I will always
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JonathanI watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and she crumpled down. Before she could hit the floor I caught her and gathered her in my arms, securing her soft body against mine. I picked her up, ignoring that Lachlan and Jasper were currently disarming her father and dragging him away as I had asked them to. Her brother however didn’t care about his father, instead he came forward with a scowl on his face as he demanded, “What happened to her?”“She fainted.” I said, feeling his eyes glaring at me. Although he was younger than Mila, his eyes were a carbon copy of hers as he glared at me. “What?” I gritted out, not liking the way he was looking at me like I was responsible for her unconsciousness.“She shouldn’t have ever met you.” He announced. I didn’t say anything as I stepped down from th
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Jonathan “Jonathan…” She gasped as I grabbed her legs and pulled them over my shoulders one by one till she was open to me. I watched through a curtain of water, some of the droplets sliding down from her chest to her stomach and then disappearing into her dark bush, as she rested back against the tiled wall and looked down at me. Then I focused on my task, as I used my thumbs to part her pussy lips, revealing her sensitive pink flesh for my eyes. She was glistening for me, already wet and ready and my mouth watered with her scent. I looked up and met her gaze, her hazel eyes were dark now, more brown than green as she peered down at me with her bottom lip rolled between her teeth. She looked delectable with her breasts bared and nipples turned into aroused hard buds. I lightly caressed her clit and enjoyed the way she sucked in a breath. “Tell
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MilaI took a deep breath as we stepped out of the room into the corridor. A chill trailed down my spine as I faced the prospect of going downstairs and meeting his family again. God, I hated those men. If I could I would kill them in their sleep and not feel an ounce of guilt. But then I would be lying to myself because when I had the chance, when I had the knife pressed to Olezka’s throat, I saw that flicker of uncertainty, almost a fear of the fragile human life and I couldn't do it. It didn’t matter that how much consumed I was with hatred, I just couldn’t do it.“Hey,” Jonathan murmured as he tipped my chin up and curled his other arm around my arm. I looked up at him, he said, “Chin up. And be the tigress that I know you are.”My stomach tensed and I circled his wrist with my fingers, wanting to touch him and fee
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