The Art Of The Kill

The Art Of The Kill

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Romance
People don't choose their fates. No one wants to have their parents killed on their 16th birthday. Ivelle Gemma is a 21 year old assassin who has dedicated her life to making the world a better place. Fate made her into a strong woman and if it wasn't for that fateful day, she would never have been who she was at the moment. Matteo Ricco is an Italian mafia boss. The biggest mafia in the world yet he's got an empty spot in his heart. He stops at nothing to defend his empire and make it stronger but one strange woman turns his life upside down. An emotionless woman he calls her What happens when emotionless means ruthless..... I'm probably not gonna have mature scenes but there will be a disclaimer at the beginning of scenes that may trigger emotions Don't forget to vote and leave a comment
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The stocking she wore pulled up to her mid thigh, creating an indent in her leg that I never notice before. ...God, I'm just a man. "Aren't you gonna... take them off?" Her voice was quiet, gentle, like we were in library. I realized that I had been staring. "...Yes." I mumbled, reaching my hand to the top of her stocking and gently pulling it down her soft cream legs. They were almost hypnotizing. I grab the top of her other stocking and slowly pull it down as well. Her face, the color of a roses as her breath sounded a bit laborious. Without thought I picked up her calf, and brought it to my lips, softly kissing her knee. "L-Lorenzo?" She gasped. "Quiet." I mumbled, continuing to kiss all over her knee and below. Her breaths light echos around the room and I can't help but look up at her apple red face. "May I travel up?" I quietly ask, she looks down at me before nodding. Giving my lips permission to kiss all over her thighs. And I did exactly so. Started: 11/17/24 Ended: 04/3/25

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