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He grabbed a book of his own and read the back of it. "Is it weird that I want to read this book, just because of the trigger warnings?" Michael chuckled at that, shaking his head. "You don't read love," he pointed out. "That's a lie. I do," I argued. "Okay, maybe a little. But that's not the point. This looks...dark and mysterious," I said eyeing the book. The cover had three men, two of them with deep scolding looks. One had albinism while the other was red-haired. The one in the middle looked younger and less hostile. He had big green eyes and a boyish face, his brunette curls fluffy. Each of the scolding men had a grasp of each of his arms. To me, he looked like their Submissive or somet

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉

In the end, he could only use the Mystic Armor to resist it by force. Borrowing the momentum, his speed increased by several points. The mask man behind him watched him with cold eyes. Never did he expect that Alex would have such a strong desire to live. Moreover, his ability to resist the blows was beyond his expectation as well. The masked man was also chasing after him desperately while shouting, “Alex Rockefeller, stop and give me the Holy Book right now, and I won’t trouble you any longer! But, if you’re still stubborn, then don’t blame me for not holding back anymore! When I catch you later, I will not just kill you and that woman in your arms, but I’ll also go back and kill your moth

The masked man - Alessio, though he didn't know I knew - pushing inside me for the first time, his voice rough with desire as he said almost those exact words. "You're so tight, baby. So fucking tight. The men you've been with before must have had small dicks because you feel like a virgin wrapped around me." The memory crashed over me with clarity. The dim lighting. The mask covering his face. The spider tattoo on his hip that I'd traced with my fingers. His cock stretching me, filling me, making me feel things I'd never felt before. And now here he was again, his finger inside me, saying those same words, and he had no idea. No idea that this wasn't our first time. No idea that my body alr

My gaze slowly lifted toward him. My jaw nearly dropped open when I saw the man holding a gun. He wore a red long-sleeved polo with the upper buttons left undone, exposing the tattoos crawling across his neck and chest. Even his arms were covered in ink because he had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. His hair was cut clean and short, almost military-style. I still couldn’t fully see his face in the dim light, but his presence alone was overwhelming. “So there are no more women here willing to get paid to touch you, huh? That’s why you’re forcing yourself on someone now?” the man with the gun asked coldly.

My clit throbbed with every heartbeat “Isn’t this what you wanted, Muna?” His voice stayed calm, almost gentle, but the words cut deep. “You have fantasized about me so much you couldn’t help giving yourself pleasure on my bed. I bet you were thinking of me the whole time, pumping those fingers in and out of your pussy. I saw how wet you were. I saw how your body shook when you looked up and saw me standing there. I saw how hard your nipples were, begging for attention, begging for my mouth” He pried my arms away from my chest and pinned them lightly above my head with one hand “I told you I came here to sin. And that is exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to use you however I want while

He wasn't a man anymore. He was a beast. And he had come to collect. From the shadows, six masked men emerged. Weapons glinted in the low light, but none raised them. One man stepped forward. The leader. "Where's the black book?" Luca's stare was sharp enough to draw blood. "Where's the child?" "The boy is safe." "You show me the child, I show you the book." "You don't make demands here." Luca took one slow, step forward. "And what if I decide to negotiate our lives instead? ".

Somebody knew, my mind alerted me. I lifted my gaze to Dom, only to see his brows creased. Had he received the same thing? Oh, I was so dead. He would kill me for this betrayal. Worse, he would blame himself for being so irresponsible. How could I be so irresponsible? Fuck! Seconds later, Dom looked up at me and gritted, “We’re Made-men, for fuck’s sake. Who the hell sends memes to their Consigliere?” I faked a laugh, and he asked, “Did you get the same?”

They look human, but with the way things have been going lately, I don't know if I can trust anyone. The woman is short, but her shoulders are broad, and her hands are rough with calluses. Her hair is pulled away from her face in a tight bun, with a couple of dark brown strands sticking out. The man is tall and well-built, his dark hair messy and his chin covered in stubble. His t-shirt hangs loose on his toned body. I glance over to Alec and Damon, who are both tensed and ready to fight if necessary. "What are you doing here?" Alec demands.