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He will hate seeing me like this, and the thought brought a smile that touched the corner of my lips before I let the darkness claim me. . _ Have you checked out the new book? Twisted Marriage- A Dark MMF MAFIA ROMANCE A. Gupta

Sloane, one of the waitresses, asked. Jonathan approached discreetly, watching as Izzy explained all the challenges she faced because of her young age. "If you don't close your mouth, the drool will soon start to run "he teased me. ""Don't mind him, Gustaf," Michelle Manning, our sommelier with whom Jonathan was infatuated, returned in a low tone. I didn't bother to reply, knowing he was picking on me. "How did you meet a chef from Miami? "Jonathan wanted to know.

With that, the tense atmosphere between them became much more relaxed than it had been. For lunch, Matthew took Christina to a western restaurant close to the office and ordered a lot of spicy food. Christina felt weirded out by this. Matthew used to be a picky eater that refused to eat anything that had to do with chilli, yet somehow he ordered spicy food today. What was up with him today? They did not sit for long before they found themselves being surrounded by a small mob. “I’ve finally got you!” Philip had brought four lackeys along with him as he glared ferociously at the pair. It seemed that he was here to pay back on what had happened yesterday.

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

But instead of entering me right away, he leaned down and pressed a slow, reverent kiss directly onto my swollen, dripping pussy. “Mmm… so beautiful,” he murmured against my wet folds, his voice deep and husky. He kissed me there again, softer this time, then looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mira. Every inch of you. This pretty pink pussy… all wet and ready for me. I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you.”

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Too good. I pushed him down on the bed instead of letting him lead. “I am still mad as hell at you,” I told him climbing on top. But I was already wet and aching for it. He guided himself inside me in one smooth push and we both groaned at the same time. I rode him hard rocking my hips fast. His hands gripped my ass spanking me lightly each time I came down making me gasp. “Fuck Vesper you feel so damn good,” he said through his teeth. His voice stayed hoarse and sexy. He sat up and kissed me messy tongues sliding while I kept moving on him. We kept talking over each other the whole time neither one backing down.

It is the smell of our past night, of her fulfilled promise, of her desire for me. She cries out, a small stifled cry, when my tongue finds her outline through the silk. The rough texture of the lace, the warmth and humidity beneath, the salty, metallic taste that permeates the fabric... It is a sacrilege. It is a communion. I lick her, slowly, with a worshipper's devotion, through the fabric, until it is soaked, transparent, clinging to her skin. Her moans fall upon me like burning rain. Her hands cling to my hair, pull me, press me against her.

Before I can say anything, Lira reaches me in one fluid motion, pressing me down onto the cushions, her soft breath mixing with my rapid breath. Her skin is so hot, and so soft that I don’t want her to stop pressing her body against me. Those heavy breasts crush against my smaller ones through my hoodie, nipples dragging like live wires. “I—” The rest of my words get stuck in my throat when her mouth claims mine—deep, filthy, that long demonic tongue sliding in thick and possessive, tasting like spiced honey and pure lust. It fills me, fucks my mouth slow and wet, curling around my own tongue until I’m moaning helplessly into her, hips bucking up on instinct. Never in all my years of living

His hands mirrored mine, sliding up my open chest, fingers grazing my exposed skin, teasing the edges of my shirt, igniting sparks everywhere he touched, making my nipples harden in anticipation. We finally broke apart, panting hard, our breaths mingling in the charged air, and without a word, we tore at our clothes, yanking shirts over our heads until we were both bare-chested, the cool room air contrasting with the fire raging between us. Maddox leaned in then, his eyes dark with desire, capturing one of my nipples between his lips, sucking softly at first, then with slow, deliberate pulls that had me gasping. I moaned low and needy as his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, licking