𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°°  Without a word, he removed his jacket and covered her.  “You—”. Breanna croaked, through tear-blurred eyes.  Antonio bent, and with startling ease, lifted her off the ground.  “Could that B*tch be his—kitten{Woman}?”  The casino roared, half in shock, half in thrill, as he held her like a prized possession.  Breanna resisted, wrists instinctively trying to push him away, but Antonio's grip got stronger—unshakable.  Helpless, she turned her face into his shoulder—her arms dangling weakly around his neck.   The architect of her humiliation was now carrying her as though she were something fragile.  Antonio didn’t falter until they reached his private deck.  A few more steps to the bed, he hurled her unceremoniously, careless if bone cracked on impact.  “Why were you dressed like a fucking pornstar?” His roar snapped through the room.  Breanna’s voice cracked, torn between anger and shame. “Why? Is that why you let them go this far?”  Snarlin
 Last Updated : 2025-09-30
Last Updated : 2025-09-30