18+ "Antonio"I gasped as he gripped my throat harder making me moan.He backed me into the walls and started to slowly lean in a claimed my lips in a soft sensual kiss. "We shouldn't do this"I whispered onto his lips. "But your body says different Abby"he said as he felt my wetness. "Your my best friend though"I moan as he slid his fingers between my folds. "We both know deep down we care about each other as more than best friends"he says looking hungrily into my eyes. ------ Follow Abigail and Antonio on their journey of love,family,and bloodshed. This is book two in the "Their lost angels "series!!! It is a stand alone but if you didn't read the first book you will probably think the book is moving a little too fast. IF YOU COPY MY BOOK I WILL REPORT YOU!!!

18+ Rhea Knight never wanted to become the person she is today. She had dreams and ambitions. Sadly life decided to shit on her and lead her down a dark path filled with pain and agony. Anthonie De'luca fucks his way through A-list models and socialites. He runs multiple multi-billion dollar companies and is second in command to the Italian Mafia. Life has fucked Anthonie over one too many times. Rhea and Anthonie are one an the same when it comes to Life destroying their hopes and dreams. What happens when two shattered souls find each other ? Will they help each other heal or will they tear each down ? ---- "You are such a fucking asshole Anthonie De'Luca!God,how could I be so fucking stupid!" She yelled as she ran a hand through her naturally wavy hair. I took joy in pissing her off , it lead to great make up sex. She calls me an asshole now but will be screaming my name in exactly five minutes. "Are you done?" I ask raising my wrist that was covered in my rolex "Either you get down on your knees and suck or there's the door." She quickly made her way towards me. Before I could detect it, her hand came flying towards my face. "Bite me Anthonie ." She said raising her hand to slap me again. This time I caught it just before it made contact with my skin. "Wrong move Rhea, you know I like the pain." I smirk as I watch her thighs clench and her throat bob. I grip her waist harshly and pull her towards me. My hands bunch up the bottoms of her dress and trail up her thighs. "You're soaking Rhea," I murmur against her neck. "Just shut the hell up and fuck me," she says, pushing me against the desk.