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63: Just a Thing
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The Mafia's Stolen Bride 65: To Devour Her
"Oh, I understand," she replied, her back arching and her head tilting. Her captivating green eyes gazed back at me knowingly. She was fully aware of the passionate encounter that awaited us. Taking a deep breath, I leaned in and kissed her passionately, eagerly parting her lips with my tongue. The taste of her surpassed my expectations, a combination of sweetness and the boldness of scotch. It was a powerful aphrodisiac, and I found myself completely captivated by her mystery. As I pulled her body closer to mine, she moaned into the kiss and pressed her hands against me. I loved the sensation of her fingers digging into my skin, leaving a pleasurable hint of pain. I gripped her hair firmly, bringing her even closer to me. She responded by moving her hips against mine, igniting a powerful desire within me. The kiss became an intense expression of passion, and I couldn't get enough of her. I dominated her tongue with ease, reveling in the wild and primal connection we shared. Emily
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 66: Needing
She appeared surprised by the specific command, but complied with it. As I slid the damp section of the belt across her tongue, she swayed forward, almost as if she were about to collapse to the ground. Her hunger was evident, nearly matching my own intensity. "Imagine the moment I whip your genitals," I said in a husky voice, needing to take a few deep breaths. "Yes. Oh God, yes, sir," she responded. Stepping back, I wrapped the buckled end of the belt around my hand and flicked the end against her breasts. Her body trembled, her mouth opening wide, yet her eyes remained filled with absolute ecstasy. I repeated the action, snapping my wrist, the sound of the strap striking her skin like captivating music. I was consumed by desire as I slapped her breasts one final time before moving behind her, tenderly caressing her beautiful buttocks. Her body was exquisite: an hourglass figure with rounded hips, long legs meant to entwine around my waist, and perfectly shaped breasts. I longed
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 67: Ruthless Monster
I trembled with anticipation as I ran the tip of my arousal up and down the crevice of her backside. The intoxicating scent of our passionate encounter enveloped us, creating an atmosphere of blissful abandon. The primal desire within me surged once more, urging me to press forward and penetrate her tight entrance. With every ounce of self-control, I eased myself inside, navigating past the resistance of her muscles. Gentleness wasn't my usual demeanor, nor did I possess a caring disposition. In fact, I was far from it. I was a ruthless individual, driven by raw desire. However, with her, I would exercise some restraint. At least to a certain extent. A whimper escaped her lips, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure. The glistening sheen on her face captivated me, stealing my breath away. I questioned the intensity of my attraction towards this woman and the desire to lose myself in her presence. This wasn't typical behavior for me. As the warmth of her muscles enveloped me,
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 68: Nowhere to Run
He reached for my glass, gently guiding my hand away from the bloodstained towel and positioning the tumbler within my grasp. I remained motionless, but he persisted, lifting my arm and bringing the rim of the glass to my lips. "Take a few sips to help calm yourself down," he urged. I complied, as I had done countless times before, licking the droplets of alcohol before taking tentative sips, eventually succumbing to gulps. Rafael muttered under his breath as he set the bloody rag on the table. "That's enough," he said firmly, forcefully taking the glass away from me. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him shaking his head. "Emily, what happened? What the hell happened?" One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. I counted silently, desperately trying to regain composure before responding. Finally, when I reached ten, I managed to speak. "I witnessed a horrific murder," I confessed. He let out a deep sigh, the frustration evident in his voice. "If you only witnessed it, then why are y
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 69: Devoid of Warmth
I felt an overwhelming sense of warmth surrounding me, comforting and lulling my senses. My body felt heavy, every muscle aching with weariness. "I know who you are, Emily Fiennes. I know where you live. I know who all your friends are. And I know your weaknesses. There isn't a place on this earth you can run to where I won't find you, and when I do, I'll never let you go." "No!" I jolted upright, gasping for air. "Whoa. Take it easy." The deep, husky voice washed over me like a soothing blanket as strong hands held me down. I blinked several times, trying to focus, while struggling to catch my breath. Slowly, the realization of my surroundings sank in. "Rafael." I realized I was in a bathtub filled with bubbles, the warmth of the water cocooning me. Rafael was crouched beside the tub, holding a washcloth in one hand. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his muscular arms that now evoked a different memory. I fixated on the exposed portion of his shirt, taking shallow breaths as I
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 70: What kind of tattoo
With cautious steps, I made my way down the hallway, passing by Rafael's office, holding my breath in anticipation. The sound of jazz music filled the air, surprising me. It was difficult to reconcile the brutal man I knew with an appreciation for such a genre. As I entered the room, I was taken aback by the change in decor. The burnished leather furniture exuded a warmth and inviting atmosphere, complemented by the crackling fire in the stone fireplace that brought a smile to my face. The art adorning the walls captivated me, with its seductive nature depicted through bold reds and yellows, evoking scenes of eroticism that left me breathless. Lost in the ambiance, I hadn't realized Rafael's presence until I felt his gaze upon me. "Why are you still awake? Is something the matter?" he asked casually, devoid of his usual demanding tone. "Nothing is wrong. I just wanted to let you know that I'll be out of your way in the morning. I appreciate your hospitality, but I shouldn't have com
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 71: What it's like to be owned
He exhaled, the sound transforming into a deep growl. "Well, Emily, you were correct. You made a grave error. The person you just described is none other than Axel Movino, also known as the Serpent. Unfortunately, you've just sealed your own fate." I tried to speak, but fear unlike anything I had ever experienced gripped me tightly. It surged through me, overwhelming me like a raging fire. I was well aware of the man's capabilities. As I stumbled backward, Rafael caught me, drawing me close against his chest. "What can I do?" "I will agree to assist you, Emily, because I am the only one capable of doing so. However, it comes at a price. We will enter into a deal." "A deal?" My mouth was parched, my throat constricting. Dizzying stars danced before my eyes, and I knew exactly what he was about to propose. "I previously mentioned that I always keep my promises. That still holds true. I will keep you safe and protected, but in return, you will belong to me. Forever. You will be mine t
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 72: I only drink tea
However, I had grown tired of the burden of living up to my father's expectations. His reluctance to grant me more control stemmed from the pressure we were under from the FBI and the ongoing Movino situation. Taking care of both issues simultaneously seemed like the perfect solution. Axel Movino's fate was sealed, and I knew exactly who could assist me in achieving that goal—the Sons of Darkness. It was time for me to call in a favor or two. Engrossed in the monotony of paperwork, a necessary evil to maintain the facade of my legitimate operations, my concentration wavered. I rubbed my eyes and stood up, stretching my muscles before turning towards the window. I suspected that Movino had dispatched his men to search for her, scouring the streets. If that were the case, my soldiers would have at least caught wind of the fact that the bastard was after someone. The early morning sunlight cast reflections behind me, creating a shimmer that illuminated Emily's copper-colored hair and h
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