"You always look like you're about to disappear," Devin said, flashing that lazy grin everyone knew him for. Nyomi arched a brow. "And you always look like you've got something up your sleeve." "Usually do." His eyes lingered on her. "Not with you, though." That made her pause. "Why?" She asked Devin shrugged, casual as ever, but his voice dipped just a little. "Guess I'm trying to figure you out. I will eventually, I feel it." She studied him, searching for the joke-didn't find one. "You don't get tired of chasing the same thing?" "Not even close." He stepped nearer, hands in his pockets, like he wasn't already all in. "You don't look at me like everyone else does." Nyomi looked away first. "Maybe I just don't look." His smile softened. "Yeah," He murmered. "That's the problem..."

I hear Timothy huff. "Come back to the house voluntarily and I'll go easy on you for your punishment." He sounds bored. I guess he's not enjoying running after me anymore. Still I ignore him and continue to walk forward. My walk is more like a drunken wobble now. Everything hurts. I get a few feet further before he pulls me back by my hair. "Stop being stubborn." It feels like he's trying to pull my hair from my scalp. I scream and scratch at his hands. "Let me go!" "You like it when I chase after you. Huh, Rose." He's breathing hard. Oh my god. This is really how I'm going to die. He pushes me onto the ground then grabs my leg. I grab and claw at the ground as he starts to drag me back towards the house. Stones, roots and dirt rub against my body scratching me. I can't continue to be dragged like this. We are at least three miles away from his house. "Let me up, I can walk!" I can barely recognize my own voice. It's so raw. He continues to drag me for a little while longer before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. My body hangs from his limp. When we arrive at the house he takes me straight to his bedroom. He tosses me on the bed like I'm a pillow making my head bang against the headboard. I grab my head and cover my face. "Strip." He breaks the silence. This is darker than Mia.

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"Close your eyes." I didn't know where he was going with this, but I did it anyway. "What happened that night Katalina?" I knew exactly what he was talking about. I could see the club, Ace, us making out in the car, me running, the big... "Wolf," I whispered. The blue-eyed wolf stared right at me then jumped up. I gasped and opened my eyes when he jumped. Lucas opened his eyes after I did. "No, no, no.. this isn't possible." "Katalina..." My back hit the wall again. Lucas moved closer to me, but I put my hands out to stop him from coming closer. "Get the hell away from me. Why the hell are you here? Does my Dad know? Are you going to hurt us? Please don't eat me!" Lucas couldn't help but laugh. "Katalina, I'm not going to eat you unless you want me to." I gulped when he smirked and looked down.

"You might be feared by others, but it doesn't work with me. I don't care about your little mob job." "Sasha, I'm warning you," he said through gritted teeth. "Sorry, Daddy," I said jokingly. Christophe was livid before, but when I called him that, I saw lust in his eyes. Christophe reached down and wrapped his hand around my throat. I looked into his eyes and bit my plumped bottom lip. "Is this what you want? Do you like making me mad?" When I smirked, he turned me around then pushed me up against the wall. "Answer me," he demanded. * Sasha Harris is a fiery 20-year-old who is looking to have fun in her last year of college. She's used to being in control of everything, but that's until she runs into Christophe Miller, the son of one of the most feared mob bosses. Christophe is ruthless and domineering. Once these two dominants meet, they can't help the passion that they have for each other, but they are sure to clash. **Mature Content** Cover made by _saharaa3

My body was stuck. I wanted to move but I couldn't. He leaned down and our lips crashed together. He made the kiss deeper by adding tongue and picked me up giving my ass a squeeze. Earning a moan from me. He began walking upstairs and went straight to my room throwing me on the bed. "I missed you so fucking much." He said aggressively as he took his clothes off. I started taking mines off as well. He laid over my body kissing me again then breaking it-pressing his forehead to mine looking me in my eyes. I arch my back as he reach down to my soaking pussy and he started stroking my clit. "Always so fucking wet, I fucking love it." He continues to rub his fingers up and down my slit. Sticking a finger inside of me every so often. I moan out against his fingers on my clit. "Fuck this I need to be inside of you." He grunts. A love story about Antonio Russo & Shakayla Janai. Not fully edited! Let me know if I made a mistake somewhere!!! But not to much tho 😚 some of y'all be getting smart in the comments 🙃 I definitely return energy.

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