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CHAPTER 19:His Trophy, Her Entertainment

Author: Hannahgold
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-14 21:02:05

ISABELLA

The moment Richard opened the door, the VIP lounge fell into eerie silence. Laughter cut short. Conversations died mid-sentence. Every gaze turned to me wide-eyed, greedy, stunned.

And I was naked. Collared. On display.

My skin prickled under their eyes those hot, blistering stares dragging across every inch of exposed flesh like live wires. I could feel them. Smell them. The hunger. It curled around me like smoke, thick and suffocating, sweetened by the scent of cologne and money.

One man shifted, jaw tight, fingers twitching at his thigh. Another let his lips part, tongue pressing briefly to the roof of his mouth like he could already taste me. They weren’t old creeps. No these were men of power. Suits tailored within an inch of their lives, cufflinks glinting like knives. Predators in polished leather shoes.

They didn’t just want me.

They craved me.

I should’ve shriveled beneath that spotlight of lust. I should’ve curled inward, ashamed, furious.

But instead…

Heat bloomed
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  • Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance)   CHAPTER 19:His Trophy, Her Entertainment

    ISABELLAThe moment Richard opened the door, the VIP lounge fell into eerie silence. Laughter cut short. Conversations died mid-sentence. Every gaze turned to me wide-eyed, greedy, stunned.And I was naked. Collared. On display.My skin prickled under their eyes those hot, blistering stares dragging across every inch of exposed flesh like live wires. I could feel them. Smell them. The hunger. It curled around me like smoke, thick and suffocating, sweetened by the scent of cologne and money.One man shifted, jaw tight, fingers twitching at his thigh. Another let his lips part, tongue pressing briefly to the roof of his mouth like he could already taste me. They weren’t old creeps. No these were men of power. Suits tailored within an inch of their lives, cufflinks glinting like knives. Predators in polished leather shoes.They didn’t just want me.They craved me.I should’ve shriveled beneath that spotlight of lust. I should’ve curled inward, ashamed, furious.But instead…Heat bloomed

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    ISABELLA“If it is,” I thought, barely breathing, “then I’d take it again.”Shame burned through me like fire.My legs trembled, my fingers fisting the sheets. I bit down on my lip so hard it nearly bled. Damian's tongue moved like he owned me no, he did own me. I could barely think through the wave of pleasure crashing over me.I wanted to scream. To grab his head and tell him don’t stop, please don’t stop.But I couldn’t.He had rules.Rules that silenced my mouth and tied my hands.The mirror across from the bed caught everything my wide eyes, my parted lips, the way my body betrayed me. I couldn’t look away. Couldn’t hide from the truth. I was falling apart under the man who had destroyed my life.My soul screamed no, but my body?It arched into him needy, traitorous.The pressure built, a slow burn in my core. Tight. Hot. Unforgiving. Every flick of his tongue pushed me closer to that edge until the edge wasn’t enough.I was falling.Right when I thought I’d break open, unravel c

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