Nata_asha
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My throat tightened. My cock throbbed against my zipper.She knew exactly what she was doing.And fuck me, I was letting her.
"Keep looking at me like that." she whispered."And I might actually be merciful."
I raised a brow. "Mercy, huh?"
She smirked. "You'll beg for it."Then her hands were on my belt,tugging it open like it offended her.
"Taking control, kitten?" I asked, voice rough."Just showing you what a bad girl can do."
She pulled my zipper down and freed me, her warm breath hitting the tip, making every muscle in my body lock up. I hissed through my teeth, one hand fisting into the couch cushion beneath me, the other still tangled in her hair.
Then she took me in her mouth...and fuck, I forgot how to breathe.Her tongue worked like she was born to ruin me.Slow. Messy. Purposeful.
She looked up at me through her lashes, daring me to move. Daring me to break.
"Shit, baby." I groaned, head dropping back against the cushion.But she didn't stop.
Her hand wrapped around what her mouth couldn't reach, stroking in rhythm, her mouth so warm and tight I could barely hold on. Every sound she made, every soft moan, every lick, it drove me closer to the edge.
I gripped her hair tighter, forcing myself not to thrust into that pretty mouth.
Her mouth was fucking heaven.
Warm. Wet. Perfect.Each stroke, each flick of her tongue had me on the edge of losing it.
I was close, too close.
And she knew it.
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She was never meant to love him. But now she can't live without him.
Amore Ricci used to clean his floors and avoid his gaze.
Now she wears his ring and carries his name.
But being Dante's wife isn't a fairytale.It's obsession, scars, and danger. He protects her like she's everything. But loving him comes with a price.
Enemies are circling. Ghosts from the past are rising. And Amore is no longer the girl who flinched at gunfire-she's colder, stronger, and madly in love with a man who could break her with a single lie.