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  • STARING MY LOVE MARRYING MY TWIN by 84gigi
    84gigi
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    Diana Clarkson, Alexander Clarkson,Cassandra Vallejo, Kian Lawley
  • Mafia Don Ruthless Love by silentwriter718
    silentwriter718
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    When Elena Martin meets Matteo DeLuca, a formidable and enigmatic mafia boss, her life takes a perilous turn. Kidnapped and forced into his dark underworld under the pretense of protection, Elena grapples with the delicate balance between hatred and undeniable attraction towards Matteo. Obsessed from the moment he laid eyes on her, Matteo is determined to safeguard her at all costs, even if it means exposing her as his greatest vulnerability. However, as Elena begins to unravel the layers of the man who holds her captive, an unexpected pregnancy complicates matters. With a new life at stake, Matteo's adversaries become more daring, threatening to dismantle the fragile connection between them. Caught between love and survival, Elena and Matteo must confront their deepest fears and face a ruthless enemy intent on annihilating everything they've fought to protect. Can their love endure a world built on violence and concealed truths, or will the shadows consume them both?
  • 𝓑𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝓓𝙴𝚂𝙸𝚁𝙴 by Suam201
    Suam201
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    He strokes himself with his eyes closed, and there he is-laid out in front of him, thighs parted, skin slick with desire. He imagines his hand sliding up that throat, feeling the shiver rise under his palm before tightening just enough to draw a gasp. His mouth would follow-hungry-down that taut chest, licking, biting, until a rough moan spills out. He knows how that body would respond: the way the hips would lift, aching for more, when his tongue moves lower, so much lower, tasting that salty, trembling skin. And those eyes... those 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 eyes drowning in pleasure, staring back at him with that kind of yielding that would drag a growl from his chest. He sinks deeper into it-deeper into the vision-imagining his fingers there, buried to the knuckles, while the other writhes beneath him, lips swollen from begging too long.