Mafia
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We stopped at the end of the hallway and the doors opened. There stood a beautiful young man in a suit. With black hair in a Quiff, grey eyes, And 6'4. Then it hit me, that will be my husband in only a few minutes. Before i know it am standing in front of him, at the end of the hallway. " Do you Gabriele De Lucca, take Luna Bartolomei as your wife?" " I do" Gabriele in a thick italian voice. " And do you Luna Bartolomei, take Gabriele De Lucca as your husband?" " I do" " Now the power invested in me. I pronounce you husband and wife . You may kiss the bride." Gabriele, with one hand on my face and the other on my waist. Grabbed me and kiss me with the most passion ever. I felt like I could stay like that forever. " You do what i say and no gets hurt" He whispers to me for only me to be able to hear. Oh boy, this is going to be one long weekend.
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"You *thrust* are* thrust* my *thrust* woman," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness as he thrust deeper, each movement making me cry out in both pain and desire. I was beyond exhausted, my body aching from hours of relentless passion. "Adrian, please... stop," I begged, my voice barely audible, my eyes squeezed shut. The exhaustion was overwhelming; I could barely feel my legs anymore, my body on the brink of collapse. But his response was cold, unwavering. "Sleep, ocean. I won't stop tonight." And with that, everything went black. ............................................ He pinned me to the wall, his grip unforgiving, making me gasp in pain. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, and for a moment, I wasn't scared of him-just terrified of what he might do to Luciano. "If you ever mention his name in front of me again, I swear, wildcat, I'll tear him apart with my bare hands," he snarled, his voice sending a chill down my spine. His words hung in the air, the threat lingering like a dark storm. "You are mine. Your body. Your soul. Your heart, too," he growled, his hands moving to unhook the only thing that separated us-my bra. "No protests today," he warned, his voice thick with determination. "I'll take you by hook or by crook." And before I could react, he tossed me onto the bed. ...............

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