"𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘐''𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 '𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤, 𝘐 '𝘮 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳...." He pushes me up against the wall, his hands leaving a burning sensation on my waist. His mouth latches on to mine like a ravenous beast. "You like that huh?..." he lowered his head to my neck and started sucking on the base of my throat. His hands travel up to my breast squeezing it gently. The intimate gesture consumed me entirely. "Alex..", I gasp loudly, my fingernails raking his back. A deep groan surfaces from him. I feel him smirk against my neck as he pressed into me more, his long fingers gripping my jaw deliciously. "I'm just getting started Katerina", and with that he devours me. ♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕ Alexander is the sole heir to the Italian mafia. Katerina is the heir to her father's company. Seducing men like the divine succubus she is Katerina sees Alexander as a trophy waiting to be claimed. But little does she know that the silent handsome man isn't how he appears to be. It's just a matter of time before they clash but will she use him like the others or will he be her dangerous addiction.

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"𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳,𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳" Strands of hair fall on his forehead as he struggles to capture air greedily. I look down at the man lying on the floor, blood oozes out from his mouth as he wheezes vehemently. The face I was familiar with gazed at me through hooded eyes. I position my gun on his temple, my fingers tighten on the trigger prepared to blow his fucking brains out. A sinister smile etched onto his face as he looked at me. "You can't kill me", he hoarsely says. I sigh. Squatting down next to him, I eye his state. He shivers as I slide the gun from his forehead to his mouth. "What makes you say that?", I whisper darkly. "You can't kill me because you need me. You promised me that you will let me go. I know that you won't back out from your word", he laughs which turns into a violent coughing fit. I smile. Fear creeps into his gut as his face morphs into a worried expression. "Why are you smiling?", he spat out angrily. He must have seen the dark glint in my eyes because his body trembles in fear. "I swore you wouldn't die by my hands", he breathes in relief. "But I said nothing of 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴", his eyes widen at my words. I stand up, wiping my bloody hands on a towel. He starts breathing rapidly as he sees 𝘩𝘦𝘳. His face resembles that of a ghost-deathly pale and white. Giving a silent nod in 𝘩𝘦𝘳 direction I walk away. : : : 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜.