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35-trouble seaker
Alessia Romero
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dimora
I had the troll ready with his dinner. He had arrived a few minutes ago in the mansion and that was like a call for my daily duty.
Spending a day without his presence meant more sleep for me. I spent most of the day in the dormitory, it was also a way to avoid meeting with Romeo as I wandered around.
Sleeping most of the time during the day meant I could sit down all night in his room. I didn't care about spending a night in his room and doing what the lion had been ordering me to do. One day when I meet him, I will probably slap him.
As I left the west wing to join the east wing,
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Mature scene aheadAlessia Romero----gemito"You...you are drunk," I stuttered as I tried to muffle the moans threatening to erupt through my lips. "Are you gonna hurt me?"He looked so lost. He never responded, rather he hauled me from the floor. My legs straddled his waist and there, he began walking away from the mirror. His mighty hands were clamped against my arched back, my fleshy breasts were in his view.My fingers sank into his masculine shoulders as he aggressively kissed my neck.After a moment, I felt my back being rested on the soft warm bed. He hovered over me then resumed kissing every inch of my skin. The kisses felt so heavy, as though he aimed to leave marks on my skin.He slid his hands to my arse and kneaded them roughly. Sure enough, my skin had his finger marks inked on me. Soft moans erupted from my throat.He captured my nipple with his fingers and commenced pinching it agonizingly. His mouth invaded the other breast where he began sucking me, he bit, flipped
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 38-troubled
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The Mafia And The Fake Wife 39- priorities
Rodion Konstantin—------------I'm not drunk!I kept urging myself but clearly, I was not thinking straight. Killing a woman was another code I broke. I made the Lazza codes only to break them one by one.I sank onto a couch in my room, drinking again even after being driven home. Matteo noticed my drunken state and took care of everything.A low jazz song was playing in the background but it felt like noise to me. I grabbed a remote and turned it off. The silence rained.I could hear my breaths and the way I would swallow the drink. Alessia's words sabotaged me."And to those who are strong, heartless and powerful like you, what do you gain? Loneliness? Do you even know what real life is? How does it taste? All you do is to kill, money, kill, money oh, and not to forget, you also c
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The Mafia And The Fake Wife 01- summer break
Alessia Romero______Having summer vacations had many advantages, and wearing summer clothes has been one of my favorites. I loved free dresses, not like I had a specific reason, but the love came naturally. Such vacations also allowed us to meet with old friends. Those whom we separated after high school.Many restaurants in the city were whale-packed. Most customers were students.I strolled between the occupied tables with a shopping bag in my hand. Billie Elish's song—Bad Guy, played on my wireless earphones, bringing some lively mood in me. I loved Billie Elish's songs for many reasons, one being that they helped me sleep. That was a story for another day.I sighted my bestie, Carina, seated at one table close to the enormous city-view window. She grinned on seeing me and then fixed her silver-rimmed eyeglasses. She lifted her hand and waved at me. I was always late for our dates.Carina Victor, the town diva who was a writer. She was a model, 5'7 feet tall, slender with a curv
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 02-golden gift
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The Mafia And The Fake Wife 03-kidnapped
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