Her Forbidden Desire
he muttered before he moved at the speed of light, forcing her face against his desk, and making her cry out in pain.
“You motherf—” I was hissing about to launch for his throat, but rough hands held me back.
“Stop,” Lorenzo growled in my ear. “It’s for your own good, since you clearly showed your weakness.”
“Papa,” Valentina cried against the cherry-colored desk as Ventura pressed her face harder against it while gripping her hand to the side.
“Shhh,” Ventura murmured in her ear as he rubbed himself against her back, his cōck hardening beneath his zipper.
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