Loved by the Mafia King
It is true; Hunter King had been designed to fuck a woman right out of her mind.
He is drawn to danger and has a determination to conquer.
“You are mine,” he claims out loud, pushing, pressing my torso tightly into his. “You’re mine, princess.”
He takes my mouth and consumes me. Lifting me, he moves and turns us so that his back is to the headboard, and I am spread over him. Our hot flesh slides against each other, slicken by sweat. His hands are everywhere. He grabs my hips, yanks me forward, then down, his hips bucking upward.
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