The Mob Boss's Revenge

The Mob Boss's Revenge

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"Leave my office, Fremantle," he snapped me out of my dazed state and feeling my cheeks redden due to unshed tears, embarrassment and built up anger, I picked my dress and panties and then turned to go. "Wear the dress, Fremantle." "You can't be the only one to enjoy my nude body, Mr. Castile. I'm generous, so I think everyone should get a share." I said and then walked out of his office. He didn't stop me. But five steps later, I heard his voice over the house speaker. "All security exit the third floor immediately." ** Fremantle had never met anyone like him before. He was the direct opposite of her, the type of men her mother warned her about. But how could she stay away from a man who made her panties wet on the first day? She really should've listened to her mother.. Eron never imagined someone like her existed. He wanted her as his, but he also had a feud to take care of against her family. Which would dominate in the end? Love or Vendetta? R 18+ Highest ranks: #2 in adultreads #1 in bossy
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*****Curve Appreciation***** TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of emotional abuse, physical abuse, and toxicity. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Dahlia... and I intend to show you, inch by delicious inch." His hand was still gripping my waist, his fingers digging into the softness of my side the part of me I usually tried to hide. The part I thought men ignored. But he held it like it turned him on. Like my body curvy, plush was made for his hands. He pulled me in, brushing his belt buckle, my thighs pressed against his like they belonged there. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to breathe. My mind screamed "this is dangerous" because it was. He was danger dressed in a thousand dollar suit. He was power and violence wrapped in silk words and sharp eyes. And still, my body didn't care. It lit up under his touch. ⚠️IMPORTANT NOTICE: If you are reading/saw this story anywhere else, please report it and let me know. The book can only be found on Wattpad. Also, any unauthorized copying, reproduction, distribution, or use of this book in any form will result in legal action. 🥰 HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 newwriter #3 wmbw #5 dark #6 ceo #11 18andup #35 obsession #17 bwwm #66 mafia #1 curvy #7 daddyissues #7 intense #3 Italian #14 danger #3 interracial #75 darkromance #34 toxic #116 drama #50 mafia #61 possessive

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