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Alessio

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I gaze down at the naked blonde beauty on my bed, lying exactly the way she would in any man's fantasy.

Her soft milky skin is flushed with the sheen of desire, her rose-blushed nipples diamond hard, her legs are spread wide and her pussy glistening, begging to be fucked.

It's like I'm looking at an angel. An eroticized version of the angel I stole and brought to my unhallowed hell.

Hades—God of the Underworld—would have been proud, but dare I say that not even Persephone—the Goddess of Spring—was as enchanting as this being in my bed.

I got a mere taste of what it would feel like to be inside her and I pulled out.

I actually pulled out.

Now I'm torn between slamming back inside her tight wet cunt, or going to see what my father's wife wants.

Why the hell is Mira Scarfoni here?

Okay I know why. That's a very stupid question.

It's more like it would be weird if she didn't come and seek me out to talk in private.

She could have spoken to Leif. I don't know a
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