41 parts Complete MatureRosabelle Hlulani, South African born girl, has the worst fortune in the history of worst fortunes.
Demitri Ivanov, Russian born man, had a deep dark secret, he's often referred to as the devil.
What happens when Rosebelle finds out what Demitri's secret is? Will she run? Will she stay?
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His eyes flashed, and not like darkened, no. They turned... they turned red.
What surprised me, was that I stayed, why? I don't know myself. One thing I do know is Mr Ivanov is strange.
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"Night Demmy." I said, yawning.
"Don't let my friends hear you call me that." He said turning to look at me. He had his back to me. I could see his many tattoos.
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"Fucking leave this room." He said in a deep voice. I had yet to open my eyes. His morning voice is something else.
"If I open my eyes and you're still here, I'm attending your funeral tomorrow." I heard some running and the door slamming.
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I pulled her towards the house after regaining composure. How the hell am I going to explain this? After I accused her of witchcraft.
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I glared at Sasha, he took the one person I wanted by my side to bare through to this torture.
My jaw locked, my hand itched towards the knife on the table, close to my plate. I felt a warm hand on mine.
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"Baby mamas, no. Crazy exes, no. Ex-hook-ups and occasional fuck buddies, sure." He said, pausing in his work to address me properly.
"So no children?" I asked him trying to be sure.
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I leaned forward to take it, but my ass rubbed into his hard cock. I grinded into him for a second longer, which made him grunt but it probably sounded like an angry grunt to the person on the line.
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