Destined with Mafia...

Destined with Mafia...

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CATHERINE's P.O.V ; Away from the reality, I really never knew that it was the last time I was laughing with my family. It was the last time I was leaving my home, that I won't be able to come here again, that the most beautiful dream of mine will turn into a worst nightmare... From wanting a waiter to becoming a waiter..... I never ever had an idea that my life will become worse than hell!! Eyes are yearning for light.. It's been three days....I've neither ate nor drink a drop of water. He had thrown me here as a punishment after beating ruthlessly with a whip for touching his cell phone..... I was just waiting for the death angle to come and take me with her but suddenly with a loud thump HE came in ready to ruin me again.... Does he really that possessive or just wanna use me as a tool to let out his frustration?!!! ALEXANDER is a handsome hunk better known as ruthless mafia. He used to get everything he wants as he owns the country...... But this time instead of getting a whore, this playboy's eyes fell on an innocent girl. But she still loves him!! A LOVE STORY FULL OF TORTURES!! #9 in loveoflife on 16/10/19 #122 in ruthless on 10/10/19 #205 in possessive on 10/10/19
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He strokes himself with his eyes closed, and there he is-laid out in front of him, thighs parted, skin slick with desire. He imagines his hand sliding up that throat, feeling the shiver rise under his palm before tightening just enough to draw a gasp. His mouth would follow-hungry-down that taut chest, licking, biting, until a rough moan spills out. He knows how that body would respond: the way the hips would lift, aching for more, when his tongue moves lower, so much lower, tasting that salty, trembling skin. And those eyes... those 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 eyes drowning in pleasure, staring back at him with that kind of yielding that would drag a growl from his chest. He sinks deeper into it-deeper into the vision-imagining his fingers there, buried to the knuckles, while the other writhes beneath him, lips swollen from begging too long.

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