Sterling Submachine Gun

"You're a monster," she whispered, staring at me with cold hate. I placed the gun under her chin, lifting her head as I leaned in. I noticed her light shudders and my lips twitched with excitement "Oh Mia Dolce, you have no idea," Autumn let out a shaky breath and I moved back making room for her, she gave me a disgusted glare before walking away. - - - - - - - - - - Autumn's world is turned upside down when she discovers her mother has secretly married the father of Dante De Luca, a ruthless and brooding mafia leader. As she navigates this shocking revelation, she's forced to confront her complicated feelings towards her new stepbrother. Despite their initial animosity, Autumn and Dante's forbidden attraction grows, but their love is tested by external forces, including family expectations and vengeful enemies. When a long-buried secret surfaces, Autumn's fate hangs in the balance - will she be torn from Dante's arms or will their love prove strong enough to overcome the darkness that surrounds them?"

Jason wakes up to find himself lying on a stranger's lap in his home. With a gun in his hand, the stranger, Marcus burst into his life forcing him to complete deals his father had made before he died. But Marcus seems to know him, hunting to a past Jason did not recall. Controlling Jason's life like a game was easy for Marcus. He knew everything about Jason except his body. But even that, Marcus was determined to know really well. Will Jason escape from the shadow of his father's past or will Marcus capture him?

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her. She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground. Next, quite footsteps. Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed. He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red hair gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?", she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused. Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them. "Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest. "The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material. But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head. Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily. Roseline froze. She wanted to scream but in that moment, she forgot how to.