A Deal With The Mafia Queen
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Damon fought that contact for a while, but as the hand around my neck relaxed and went on to rest against my breast, he gave in, and soon, he was pulling my gown up, exposing my skin.
“You want to be fucked right here?” he asked with a ragged breath as he pulled my hair, breaking our kiss. His pull was not as gentle as I thought it would be, but I have enraged him, what do I expect?
“Yes,” I replied to him, my voice a whisper.
“Then, make a deal with me.” Our eye contact didn’t fail once, and neither did his hold on my hair.
“What deal?” Damon is quite brazen, I have to admit. Nobody talks get to talk to me the way he carelessly does. Neither do people decide to talk about forming pacts. I a
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