ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇsᴛ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ᴛᴏᴡɴ sᴏ ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴇᴀɴ
england's most high profile nepotism baby and the world's most grouchy nepotism-hating bodyguard!
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES, SMUT, AGE GAP, DADDY KINK, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, FAKE REL...
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i'm not done yet, falling for you, fool's gold.
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'you're such a good fuckin' girl, rory. that's my sweet girl."
soft words oxymoronic to the rough hands on her waist, and the suckled bruises upon her neck. the angel beneath him gasped heavily, head falling against her forearm upon the porcelain sink. if anyone to walk in now — now that her fake boyfriend stood upon the stands and cheered on for the races to begin, and now that her pretty dress was crumpled by her waist and she was being manhandled by her bodyguard behind her— they'd surely faint before running to report to the daily mail. skin upon skin had never sounded so heavenly, so adoring and so meaningful. a small, free hand landed upon his forearm curled around her waist, their difference in size seemingly elevated. aurora whimpered once more, nodding to the words that steve had almost forgotten he spoke. a kiss was pushed against her temple.
'you bet on the losing dog, baby? yeah? sweetest fuckin' soul — just wanted to make sure at least someone had bet, huh? didn't even care for the looks they gave you, shit, that's my good fucking girl.'
