His Obsession, Her Drug
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Dernière publication mar., mai 26, 2020
Felicity Smoke -
She had it all. At a young age she was already the CEO of the Smoke enterprises. With a loving family and fiancée that would do anything she wants, her life is the very definition of perfection. Or was, until she takes one look of an Adonis of a man and forgets even her very own name. Demitri Rodriguez is pure temptation. One that no matter how hard she tries, can't fight against. All she had was what you call healthy, but this man, he is Her Drug. A drug she is addicted to since the very first sight.
Demitri Rodriguez-
Cold, ruthless and utterly selfish. He is the very Devil of business world and doesn't give a damn about anyone else. Until he sees a girl that can put Aphrodite to shame.With one look, she becomes his desire. With one meet this desire turn into love and love into His Obsession.
"You're right Josh you shouldn't have tried to take my man." Felicity murmured with her signature wicked smirk that can make Devil beg for mercy. Except it only managed to anger The Devil.
In a flash he was already in front her and in the next she was pushed against the wall with his large palm around her neck.
"You man eh? Looks like you don't want him alive anymore mi amour. If you forgot then let me remind you. You are my woman. Mine. Have been since the second I laid my eyes on you. You are going to be my wife and bear me children. There is no other way to this. Do you understand?" And with that, he took her in for a deep, pationate kiss that can in way be called gentle.
She could only look helplessly at him. She hated to admit it but even the roughness of her man was arousing. And the culprit wasn't even aware of his crime.
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