Dolce Creatura

Dolce Creatura

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I stared at her while she looked at my art. "this painting is beautiful" she says with a sparkle in her eyes. "the colors seem to fight for dominance, like two lovers in the night" she whispers. I smile down at her, loving how she had described it. I almost wanted to tell her that she had inspired it, she was one of the lovers fighting for dominance, but my career was the other lover. I wanted to tell her that maybe one day lovers would never had to fight for dominance, not when our love would be equal.
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انضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص في العالماحصل على توصيات قصص مخصّصة، احفظ قصصك المفضلة في مكتبتك، وقم بالتعليق والتصويت لتنمية مجتمعك.
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"You *thrust* are* thrust* my *thrust* woman," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness as he thrust deeper, each movement making me cry out in both pain and desire. I was beyond exhausted, my body aching from hours of relentless passion. "Adrian, please... stop," I begged, my voice barely audible, my eyes squeezed shut. The exhaustion was overwhelming; I could barely feel my legs anymore, my body on the brink of collapse. But his response was cold, unwavering. "Sleep, ocean. I won't stop tonight." And with that, everything went black. ............................................ He pinned me to the wall, his grip unforgiving, making me gasp in pain. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, and for a moment, I wasn't scared of him-just terrified of what he might do to Luciano. "If you ever mention his name in front of me again, I swear, wildcat, I'll tear him apart with my bare hands," he snarled, his voice sending a chill down my spine. His words hung in the air, the threat lingering like a dark storm. "You are mine. Your body. Your soul. Your heart, too," he growled, his hands moving to unhook the only thing that separated us-my bra. "No protests today," he warned, his voice thick with determination. "I'll take you by hook or by crook." And before I could react, he tossed me onto the bed. ...............

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