Semua Bab SHAMELESS WITH MY FATHER'S MAFIA BEST FRIEND: Bab 91 - Bab 96

TREMORS OF PLEASURE… Carefully lowering her onto the mattress, he ripped the blindfold from her eyes ready to see the lust in them and warned “Don't you dare close those eyes, I'm not done with you yet” they threatened to droop close. The girl looked up at him from under her lashes, watching as he struggled to keep himself in check while looking down at her. The look on her flushed face had his heart racing as he stepped back to get rid of the rest of his clothing. It was in that moment that Damon needed to consume her, to fill her and mark her as his just as she needed to be desired, taken and owned by him. He let his pants fall onto the floor with a loud clang of his belt and stepped out of them to join her on the bed. Snaking his hand around her waist, he moved them to the middle of the mattress and grabbed both of the girl's hands. He held them down on the bed above her head with one hand while the other wrapped around her throat and oh so roughly, so sweetly, so intently pulle

A few hours later…The room was now fully bathed in a pale, golden light. The blue hour had surrendered entirely to a crisp morning.​Without Damon’s large frame anchoring the space, the suite felt bigger and more spacious than it really was. Lilliana looked toward the floor-to-ceiling window where he had just been sitting. The discarded ashtray and the half-empty glass were the only remnants of his restless morning observation.​Her mind drifted to the dresser across the room. She’d have to go back home to get the three piece flora lace lingerie set the man favored and the incentive she had used to usher him out the door.She's snapped out of her mind by the loud ringing of her phone. Reaching out her hand, she searched the space under the pillow for the electronic and received the call without looking at the caller's ID.“Hello??” She said into the phone's speaker, her eyes barely open.“Hey, are you awake yet??” Belinda's voice came from the other end of the line, causing the gir

Somewhere around the city…When Lilliana’s eyes finally fluttered open, the first thing she felt was the throbbing rhythm of her own blood behind her ears. Every breath felt like inhaling ground glass. She tried to lift her hand to her head, but a sharp, metallic clink stopped her short.​Her wrists were bound. Not with rope, but with cold, unyielding zip-ties that bit into her skin.​“Don't struggle,” a familiar voice said from the corner of the room. It was smooth, devoid of the 'low rumble' she had found comforting only an hour ago. “... The more you move, the more the plastic eats into the nerves. You’ll want your hands later.”The girl's breath hitched. She squinted through the gloom, her vision slowly adjusting to the dim light of a single industrial bulb hanging from the ceiling.​Darren sat on a wooden crate, tossing a small, silver object into the air and catching it with practiced ease. ​It was her mother’s ring, the one her father gifted her on her 16th birthday on behalf o