Slave To The Mafia Alpha
I moved my hand, almost stroking my cock, but stopped halfway.
No. No. I wasn’t going to let her win. She wouldn’t control me—not my body, not my mind.
Midway down the stairs, I froze.
Rayna stood there in a black, full-length gown, laughing with Reeves. Her hair was pinned up, neck exposed.
My fangs itched, the urge to bury them in her neck nearly putting me to my knees.
‘Fuck… tonight’s gonna be a long night, virgin boy,’ Vuk muttered, his voice dripping with amusement.
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