HUNTING ROSE; THE MAFIA DARKEST OBSESSION
His arms rested on the edges of the jacuzzi, his posture relaxed, but his eyes stayed locked on me, dark with intent.
“Now, crawl closer. Let me enjoy the view.”
My body moved before my mind could catch up, obeying his every word. His smirk deepened, satisfaction radiating from him as I knelt beside the tub, my face level with the water’s edge.
“You’re quite the sight, Slutty Rose,” he said, trailing a finger through the water lazily.
“Come closer,” Frederico drawled, his voice rich with authority, his dark eyes devouring me. His command pulled me forward, my hands pressed against the cool tiles as I edged closer to him.
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