POPPYThe noises that slipped through my throat didn't sound like my own voice. They were feral, hoarse, sometimes breathy. I covered my mouth with my hand, but that didn't muffle them, not entirely.“Take that hand away. I want to hear you,” Grey growled, gripping my hips harder before returning between my legs, drawing his tongue through every sensitive spot.My legs wobbled. My body shivered. My skin became feverish. My feelings were a mess. Grey, the powerful Mafia boss, the killer, the one who owned me, was on his knees before me. The sole sight filled me with an odd blend of fear, embarrassment, and wicked excitement.He quickened his thrusts, dragging a series of whimpers out of me. I swayed forward, fearing I might fall, but his powerful grip held me in place. I placed my hands on his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. His onyx eyes met mine, his lips curving into a devilish grin. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Absolutely stunning…”I was almost certain that I looked like a
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