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CHOKING ON THE DONS COCK (3)

Autor: Liora Cross
last update Última atualização: 2025-12-24 06:04:27

CHAPTER 3 — THE FAILED HIT

The whiskey burned going down, but I barely tasted it. Luca’s hand was still on my thigh under the table possessive, unmoving, like he owned the skin beneath the silk. His thumb traced slow circles, each one sending sparks straight to my core. I hated how my body responded. How I had to fight the urge to part my legs wider.

He knew. Of course he knew.

His guards had retreated to a respectful distance, but they were still watching. Always watching.

Luca leaned back, glass in hand, studying me like I was a puzzle he was enjoying too much.

“Tell me about Vito,” he said casually. “What does he think I’ll do with his little gift?”

I met his gaze, voice steady. “Whatever you want.”

His mouth curved. “And what do you think I want?”

I let my lips part slightly, leaned in just enough. “Me.”

He laughed again, that low, dark sound that made my nipples tighten against the thin fabric of my dress.

“Bold.” His hand slid higher, fingers brushing the lace edge of my panties
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