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Chapter 30 - Seal the deal

Author: Daisy May
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It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a fucking claim.

Luciano’s mouth took hers like he already owned her. Like the deed to her body and soul had long been signed, and she was merely catching up to the contract. His lips moved over hers with relentless hunger, hot and demanding, and when his teeth grazed her bottom lip, he sucked it into his mouth like it belonged to him.

Araceli didn’t move right away. She stayed completely still. Frozen in shock. When she quickly caught up to the violation of her mouth, she put her hands on his toned chest and tried to push him away with all her strength but it was useless.

With one swift move, he walked her backward until she was flush against the door. One of his hands snatched both of hers and pinned them above her head, keeping her locked in place. He made it clear that she wasn’t a participant in this kiss. She was a victim of it.

Frustrated by her lack of response, he bit down hard on her lip, and she gasped in pain. He seized the opportunity, tongu
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