LOGINYou are mine, this lips are mine to kiss, this pussy is mine to fuck or fingers, fingering her pussy oh my. please, Emily cried, throwing her head back when the pleasure become to much, paired with his aimed thrust, Emily couldn't stay still as her legs began shaking and stomach tightened In a hard knot, I'm gonna….. with a hard cry, Emily come apart, she clung to him desperately as he continued to kiss her, withdrawing his hand from her pussy In one sweet merciless thrust, he then slid in his cock inside her, she cried out softly and arched her back feeling all of him enter her in one go. Alex breath hard against her mouth delicious way possible Fuck Emily have miss this, you're mine Emily. He said, slowing his thrust Please.. please, please don't stop- Emily said desperately Say it! Say you're mine. I'm yours Alexender, ahhhhhh she moan only yours EMILY GRAYSON- 22years Virgin found her boyfriend having sex with his secretary in his office. Feeling heartbroken, betrayed and hurt, Emily make up her mind to lose her virgin to a one night stand ALEXANDER ANTONIO'S - 28years A Billionaires, Italian Mafia boss who don't believe in love, only believe in one night stand with no strings attached, but when he meet Emily every thing change, but faith is not on their side,
View MoreALEXANDER… FIVE YEARS LATER Five years.That was how long it had been since Emily opened her eyes and gave me back the life I had thought I lost forever.Five years since I had stood beside her hospital bed, terrified that if I let go of her hand, she might disappear again.But she never did.She recovered completely after the surgery.It wasn't immediate.There were difficult days, long nights, endless appointments, and moments when her memories returned too painfully. There were days when the past felt heavier than she could carry.But Emily fought through every one of them.And I stayed beside her.Every step of the way.Six months after her recovery, I asked her to marry me again.Not because we had forgotten the wedding we never got to have.But because I wanted to give her the wedding she had been robbed of.And this time, nothing stopped us.Five years ago, Emily became my wife.I still remembered the moment she walked toward me.She wore the same kind of smile I had spent ye
ALEXANDER…And for the first time, those words didn't feel like a promise. They felt like a second chance.A second chance I had spent more than a year believing I would never get.I was still holding her hand when I heard the quiet sound of the door opening.Emily lifted her head.Vincenzo stepped into the room first.Behind him came Erina, Raphael, Teresa, and Poala. Everyone stopped the moment they saw Emily awake.No one spoke.For a few seconds, the room was completely silent.Emily looked from one face to another. Confusion slowly gave way to recognition.Her eyes widened."Erina..."My mother's hand flew to her mouth. Tears immediately filled her eyes."Oh, my God."She took one hesitant step forward."Emily."Emily's lips trembled."Mom..."That was all it took.Erina crossed the room and gently took Emily's face between her hands."My daughter."Her voice broke."My beautiful daughter."Emily began crying again."I remember you."Erina pulled her into a careful embrace, mindfu
ALEXANDER…Her voice broke on the last word.I bowed my head for a moment.I couldn't hide it anymore.The tears I'd been holding back for more than a year finally slipped free.I had imagined this moment countless times. I had dreamed of hearing her say my name again.But I had never imagined how much it would hurt. Or how much it would heal.I looked back at her.She was crying. I was crying.And neither of us tried to hide it.I leaned closer and gently pressed my forehead against hers.She closed her eyes.I closed mine.Our tears mixed as we held on to each other."You're back," I whispered.Her fingers tightened around mine."I'm here."Those two words shattered me.I pulled her gently into my arms, careful of the wires and the healing wounds, and held her as though she might disappear again if I loosened my grip.She buried her face against me.I felt her tears against my chest.And I cried with her.For the first time in more than a year, I wasn't grieving her.I wasn't searchi
ALEXANDER…More than twelve hours had passed.Twelve hours since Emily had been taken into surgery.Twelve hours since I had watched those doors close behind her and been forced to stand outside, knowing there was nothing I could do but wait. And now, she still hasn't opened her eyes. I sat beside her hospital bed, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest.The monitors beside her continued their quiet rhythm, each soft beep confirming what I already knew.She was here.She was alive.But she hadn't woken up.The doctor had told me it could take time. He had assured me that the sedation was wearing off gradually that Emily would wake when her brain was ready.I understood the words.I just didn't know how to make myself believe them. Every minute felt like an hour.Every silence felt too loud.I hadn't left her side, not once.I reached for her hand.Her fingers were warm. I gently wrapped my fingers around hers."You've been sleeping long enough," I murmured.A faint smile touched
***ALEXANDER ANTONIO'S**After dropping Emily off at her place of work, I didn’t head back to the office. Instead, I turned toward my warehouse. There had been whispers, quiet ones. A side operation was growing bold under my nose: prostitution. Girls taken, used, and sold like inventory.
***EMILY'S GRAYSON'S***I found my apartment door unlocked, which immediately set me on edge. I clearly remembered locking it before I left—and it wasn’t Lexi. I had texted her on my way home; she was still with Haze. I hesitated outside, debating whether to go in or not, when the door sud
**ALEXANDER**“Alexander,” she whimpered. I kept thrusting in and out with my tongue, then went back to sucking her clit until she finally came on my face, screaming my name. Her face lazily turned looking down at me. Her lips were parted; her breathing was out of control.“You taste s
***Alexander Antonio's.*** (Mature Content 18+) I had always been uncertain about the precise reasons behind my attraction to women with brunette hair. To be honest, I had never considered it a preference of mine—if anything, I tended to gravitate towards blondes. Yet, this evening proved
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