Chapter 13

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“Mrs. De Luca?” Armando’s deep voice questioned my regard,

“I’d be better if you may call me Lana,” I wryly responded his fake-romance but he is Armando, a man who gladly neglects contentedness

“I have every right to call you mine…” his foot took a step ahead, “when I marked this whole body with my lovebites and you… calling out my name” he continued his steps “and now, when you carrying my baby,” coming closer and I on my reverse steps,

“where I see this petite of your body craves for me… misses me… wants me” his words held power, neediness and clearly pride. I hit the wall but still wished to disappear from his hungry glares, he pressed me more in the wall, “when this *he eyed down and brushed fingers on my arms* skin belongs to me… hmmm… (came near to my jawline) it’s mine,” he said with gritted teeth,

I hitched right there, he swiftly pulled me by my waist and stuck myself on his strong-metallic chest, his muscular structure with my all-bones-no-meat frame while his lips capt