Shattered Glass

Shattered Glass

  • WpView
    Reads 25
  • WpVote
    Votes 6
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing9m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jun 29, 2021
Crimson Glass (otherwise known as Cris) is waiting in a hotel lobby when she meets a 15 year old girl who asks her for help. When Cris tries to dial 911, she is kidnapped by an assassin (Abyss Briar) who is trying to take down the American Mafia. Cris's first mission is to breach the American Mafia; find out their secrets and report back to Abyss. However, she gets tangled up with the mafia leader, Everett Dalton, who gets suspicious of her. Will Cris find her way out of this situation? TW: Suicidal Thoughts, Assault. This story may have a few curse words in it, and if I miss a warning here, I will definitely write the warnings before the chapters they appear in. This is a sapphic mafia romance I always wanted to read, PLEASE do not copy my writing, I WORKED INCREDIBLY HARD TO WRITE THIS. Thank you.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Merciless (18+)(GxG)
  • King Of Hell (#1) ✓
  • Savage Mafia Couple
  • Nick's Girl
  • She never existed
  • 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞
  • Heartless
  • 𝑀𝑦 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐵𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 ☠︎︎|✔
  • Billionaire's Attraction [𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃.]
  • Devil's Daughter

"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor. 🏅RANKINGS🏅 #2 lesbian #7 wlw

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines