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There is something peaceful about watching the life drain out of a person, I realize as Rafeal’s body finally grows stiff. Dante was wrong. I am not soft, I just like peace. Mel was right. I am a psycho.

"From age seven until the day I killed my father and moved out. No one's been inside since except housekeeping. Not Marco. Not any woman. No one." "Dante……" "I need you to see this." He pushed open the door. "I need you to understand what you're really signing up for if we—if this becomes more than a contract." The room was frozen in time. Dark blue walls covered with posters of soccer players and vintage cars. A twin bed with a navy comforter, precisely made. Bookshelves lined with classics and textbooks, organized with obsessive precision. A desk with notebooks stacked in perfect alignment.

When a competitor needed their servers completely wiped or their stock tanked into the dirt, they called me. I liked machines. Machines actually made perfect sense. They did exactly what you told them to do. They didn't lie, and they definitely didn't leave you behind. Unlike people. People were a completely different story. My phone buzzed on the desk with a text from Dominic about some corporate merger. I ignored it. Dominic was obsessed with this new war against the Vales. Taking their discarded trash and parading it around to make a point. It was a stupid, messy game. But I backed my brother no matter what.

“Her name, her past, it's all fog and nothing concrete. You're about to marry a woman whom you haven't completely vetted. What if we're wrong about her?” “I'm aware.” My reply seemed to infuriate him, but he hid it pretty well. “Are you?” He pushed. “Because it looks like obsession, and in our world, it gets men like us killed.” My jaw ticked, but I stayed silent. Matteo was my right hand man for a reason, and this was one of them. Everything he'd said to this point was true, but you know what else was true? The fact that she was getting on my nerves. She intrigued me too.

My curious gaze lowers to his body and runs through it shamelessly, since as I see, he is doing the same with me. His arms are totally exercised, so much so that even with his shirt on, he notices how much time he spends in the gym. His shirt fits like a second skin on him and all I can think about is how big and imposing this man is. This man is a stud! I had never seen a man like him. Its beauty goes above any prototype. It's a beauty that screams DANGER. But a beauty that attracts me.

The towel had slipped from his waist as he leaned back onto his feet. Knox stroked himself as I looked at him. Fuck! I didn't know that he was pierced, and not only was he pierced on one side, but on the other side. Like a double Jacobs ladder. He wrapped his hand around his thick shaft and began to pump it while he stared into my eyes.

“Why do you think your stalker is doing this? What's in it for harassing you?” I had asked myself that question a million times. "Destroy my life," I replied. “Who would be interested in destroying your life?” “Fernando.” Paola gave Fernando one more point. “Who came into your life before the bullying started?” “Ezra.” “Do you know someone who is obsessed with your physique?” I forced my mind to think and achieved nothing. "No one that I know of," I commented. “Are you sure it's a man?” “I don't know, I can't be sure of anything but I don't think it's a woman. I have no enemy.”

The Russian boss is unhappy with the disruption in the meeting, his expression showed how displeased he was. Surrounding the balcony, there were different men with all kinds of guns on their hands, half of the men belonged to Damien while the other half belonged to the Russian boss. Damien's eyes flashed with an intriguing look, the bored and disinterested look in his eyes getting replaced by intrigue. Kelvin wondered who or what was responsible for his boss's sudden change in moods. His boss barely got excited for anyone. "What do you suggest I do Boss?" The bulky man asked, pulling away from Damien's ears. Standing tall, he was no different from men who loved wrestling and got their bully

There’s nothing here that is worth fighting for anymore. “You know what? You believe whatever story you want. I don’t just drop everything to hang out with some pretentious playboy who thinks he’s God’s gift to football. I don’t go on fancy plane rides and drink champagne, meet his horrible bitch of a mother, and then have SEX with someone who can’t take five seconds to realize his head is shoved so far up his ass he can only see SHIT!” Ophelia’s words hit me like a train, and I bend over to catch my breath, a prickling feeling taking over every inch of my skin. I feel hot, my throat closing up as my head starts pounding.

Owen stayed on my right tit, switching between sucking and biting, while Marcus and Derek closed in closer, their cocks hard and ready, hands stroking slowly as they watched. I was surrounded. Six massive, sweaty football players using my body like I was made for it. Caleb’s long cock drilled me relentlessly, hitting that perfect spot over and over until my next orgasm started building fast. My moans around Bryan’s cock grew louder, more desperate. Drool ran down my chin and dripped on my tits, mixing with sweat. My nipples throbbed from all the mouths and fingers on them. Ty’s thick cock kept nudging my cheek, smearing more pre-cum across my flushed skin.