Bend and Break(poly)(bxb)

Bend and Break(poly)(bxb)

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WpMetadataReadErwachseneninhaltAbgeschlossene Geschichte Fr., Mai 15, 20205h 48m
COMPLETED Book Two in the Give and Take series You can only give so much before you run out. You can only bend so much before you break. No more rules. This is anarchy. I'm searching for sincerity in his almond eyes. Seven is the reason I'm still alive today. It's easy to forget when he's pulling me close and using slender fingers to move my hair out of my face. When his gaze lingers and moves from my eyes to my lips. When he kisses me so so lightly. Everything is easy to forget. He pulls away the slightest bit, lingering close, almost touching. His exhale is my inhale and I can barely stop myself. I move towards him and he moves back, keeping his hands on my waist.
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"A mafia boss submitting to the enemy mafia boss"(BL-SexScenes⚠️) He used to make men kneel. Now he shivers when I whisper in his ear. Damian doesn't rule anymore. Not when he's under me. Not when he begs. They call him the Blood King. Cold. Brutal. Untouchable. The head of blood Marker. But in my hands, he's nothing but a dog in heat. A trembling body caged in silk and steel. Fighting to hold onto pride while I take him and fuck him-slowly, deeply, completely. I don't need knives to break him. Just a hand at his throat. A kiss that doesn't stop. A voice in the dark telling him what he is now: Mine. He hates me. He wants me. He moans when I touch him like he belongs to me. And soon, he will. No thrones. No power. Just his mouth moaning my name and his body bent for more. This war won't end with bullets. It'll end with him on his knees. (DISCONTINUED)

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