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A Badboy Love

WARNING NOTICE: The story is R18 , no one 17 or under should read this. Luca gazed at her, his eyes burning with desire, and Melissa felt a shiver run down her spine. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with need, with a sharp movement he take off his clothes, leaned closer to her lips. She smiled, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, her thumb brushing over his lips. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, that was a only full sentence she spoke. He chuckled, the sound low and rough, and his mouth claimed hers again, the kiss deepening, becoming more intense. His fingers slid between her legs, parting her, finding the wet heat of her, and she gasped, her body arching up to meet him. "Luca," she whispered, his name a prayer, a plea, a promise. He growled, his hips surging forward, his p*nis pressing against her entrance playful, she felt a rush of excitement, of anticipation. He was ready , he was going to take her, to claim her, to make her his, and she was ready to let him, to surrender to the desire that burned between them. His mouth traced a path of fire from her lips to her throat, to the swell of her breast. His hands learned her, worshiped her, drawing gasps and sighs that were her only language, every touch was a confession, every kiss a vow. When he finally entered her, it was with a slow, devastating fullness that made her cry out, her eyes flying open to find his gaze locked on hers, she never imagined the pain, in a sure motion he thrust into her slowly, let her accommodate the size of his C*ck, she screamed with a feeling of unfamiliar pain ,building up something inside of her. Even though her eyes , flickered tears ,her moans was evident of what she's starting to feel as she arched off the bed. The shock had melted into something raw and open, a vulnerability she knew he showed no one else. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with emotion. "*Solo a me.*" Only at me. And she did, his eyes staring hers, as their bodies began to move in a rhythm as old as time, their gazes held. It was more intimate than the joining of their bodies. It was a soul-deep recognition. DEAR READERS, YOUR COMMENTS AND REVIEWS MEANS EVERYTHING. HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY THE STORY CHAPTERS.
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Mafia's Unexpected Bride

I am 20 year Old an ordinary girl who never dreamed of becoming part of a mafia world; my life was simple, quiet, built on hard work and silent endurance, because I learned early that not every tear deserves to be seen. I never imagined fate would place me before a man whose name is spoken with fear, a ruthless mafia king with merciless eyes, bloodstained hands, and a heart that knows only command and punishment, where people either survive by his will or perish by it. Becoming his wife was never my choice but a compulsion, a deal that brought me into his fortress-like mansion for one reason alone his six-month-old daughter, a motherless, innocent soul who needed care. He made it clear from the beginning that I was a wife only in name, brought into his life solely to raise his child, with no claim over his world, his decisions, or his heart. Yet when that little girl wrapped her tiny fingers around mine, trusting me without fear, my resolve shattered, and she slowly became my entire world my strength in her smile, my weakness in her cries. Through her, I began to see another side of the man everyone feared: a father who went silent before his child, whose hands that had spilled blood trembled when holding her. Caught between his rage, his silence, and his dark secrets, I was no longer just an observer, and every time his daughter called me “mother,” something flickered in his eyes. I know this path is dangerous, that the man I married does not believe in love and sees relationships as mere necessities, yet the heart is stubborn, slowly carving cracks into his stone-cold soul. This story does not begin with love, but with fear, compulsion, and captivity and perhaps, somewhere in this darkness, destiny has left a trace of light, even if I do not yet know whether my end with this mafia king will be life, death, or love.
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