Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride
I struggled, my body straining against his control, before finally whispering, “It’s… just you.”
“I take it… I gave you your first orgasm?”
My mouth went dry. I never had. I never even thought about it, never had a reason, never felt these strange, restless, aching needs until I met him.
“N–never,” I admitted, my voice strained, shaky.
“I take it,” he said with cruel satisfaction, “I gave you your first orgasm.”
“I… un…” I stammered, my voice breaking apart, my face burning. My thighs trembled as I squeezed them shut, trying to stop the ache, but all it did was trap his hand deeper between them, intensifying the pressure until it was unbearable.
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