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she muttered in a small voice. "Fanculo" (fuck ) he spat, Ophelia wasn't sure if he was disgusted by his name or what was the reason that caused the frustration to light up in his green orbs making it look darker. "ti porto a casa dolci" (I am taking you home sweets) He's spat louder this time talking in some foreign language as he held her hand. Ophelia was afraid that she might have even left with him if not for that one word that certainly made her a break out of her trance.

Tears would often escape him as he waited for any sign of her. Mirabel was haunted by guilt over how she had treated Susan. Each night, she prayed for Susan's return, hoping to mend the misunderstandings that had driven them apart. Taylor, on the other hand, experienced a harsh lesson when Mirabel confronted her about her attempt to drug Jimmy into sleeping with her. Caught in the act, she was warned never to approach Jimmy or any member of his family again. Regret washed over her, but it was too late to change her actions.

SENSATIONAL LOVE SERMON FROM BRUCHA Kova left my house disappointed—disappointed enough that I half-expected him to ghost my calls forever. I watched his cock swell suddenly, thick with promise, then deflate like a punctured dream. He’d never be hornier than that moment, and it slipped away from him, just like that. A cruel, intimate near-miss.

This is so dangerous and reckless and I can't even believe father allowed it to happen. Without knocking on the door, I burst into his office, standing face to face with him, who was sitting down on the sofa with a whore between his legs. She was naked on her knees and the only thing I can see was her head, moving up and down while Angelo is holding her by her hair. Angelo sensed my presence and looked up at me, still holding the girl's hair in his hand and pressing it against him. I could hear her choking, and I wrinkled my face in disgust.

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I started hearing the witches voice Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die)

And he leaned closer, snaked his arm around me and pulling me closer by the waist. I couldn't even say no to any of his actions cause it was just so fast, my head was spinning. I wanted to protest against this, wanted to yell at him that I didn't have any attraction to him. He was nothing to me, I felt nothing for him....but deep down my heart, I knew that was a lie. L'Angelo Dell Terrore is messing me up. He's messing me up completely. ~••~

I started as made my way down the cobblestone stairs, to the dimly lit basement. "Boss," They both said simultaneously. It's hard to tell them apart, from their chocolate-colored hair to their hazel eyes. The only difference between them is the subtle scar on Angello's chin and a scar below Alessio's left eye. "Has our little birdie sung yet?" I asked looking over to the beaten man tied to a wooden chair while I popped a few sunflower seeds in my mouth. "Not yet, boss, he maintains his innocence." Angello chuckled as he walked over to the sink to wash the blood off of his hands.

I murmured against his lips, but my body betrayed me, hips grinding down instinctively as he groaned. “Tell me you don’t want this.” I bit his bottom lip hard enough to taste copper. “I hate you.” “Liar.” His hands slid under my skirt, fingers digging into my thighs as he pushed the fabric up. “You want me..just like I want you.” I arched against him, hating how right he was. “This doesn’t fix anything.” “It fixes this.” He yanked my panties aside, fingers finding me already slick, teasing until I whimpered. “God, Eva…you’re soaked.”