"I don't understand why you always have to be such a bitch." He grits his teeth at me, looking me right in the eye. "I was only asking because I don't want to argue with you, but you honestly leave me no choice. Do you like getting under my skin?" He leans closer, and I hold back a breathe.
I'm katarina. My entire life I've had to put up with the one and only Wesley benson. Infuriating, annoying, crude, a jerk, pretty much everything that describes the most annoying thing to set foot on this earth. I don't understand what his problem is, but I don't mind because I always have something to say back to him. He's funny if he thinks he can have the last word.
What will happen to these stubborn two? will they fall in love, or have they always been in love? Fights, tears, laughter, love, pain, anger, passion.. any emotion, you name it.
His finger trailed up my thigh ever so gently causing my pussy complete torture. He knew what he was doing. He knew this was driving me completely crazy.
Just as his fingers were trying to push past my underwear my hand grabbed onto his wrist. "Don't," I warned, in a low voice making sure nobody would notice.
"Watch me fuck you in front of every single person here unless Tobias stops looking at you like that." He explained.
I glanced over to Tobias who was looking angrier than ever. If Tobias didn't stop looking at me not only would my husband keep to his word, someone would send a bullet through his skull.
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Scarlett Salvadore was to be married to a man she hated with all her heart to increase her father's power.
Aleksander Petrov was to be married to a woman he hated with all his heart to make amends with some of the Italian mafia.
When the two of them meet at a club without knowing their identities they are immediately drawn to each other.
What will happen when the two of them discover each other's identity? Will it grow the passion they have for each other or will their families history destroy it?
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"I hope you realize that you belong to me now. In fact, you've always belonged to me, before and after the wedding ring on that finger of yours."
I rolled my eyes at his words, still not forgetting the things he said to me before. "I'm just as much yours as you are mine, and don't you forget it, Aleksander." I snapped, pointing at his hard chest.
"Prove it."
A smirk appeared on my lips. Men in the mafia always use their wives for sex. But why can't it be the women using their husband's?
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Far from a cliché
Started: Thursday 26th August 2021
Finished: Monday 15th August 2022
RANKINGS:
11 in Lust
6 in Italian
1 in Strong Language
1 in explicit