Touch in the Dark

Touch in the Dark

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[POV: Venezia Casadei] "You really are something, huh," Auden said strolling over to me, a dangerous glint in his eye. The look on his face was one of hunger. I'd seen it before on the bloodthirsty faces of Made Men just before they'd shot someone in the head. It was the gaze of a man who was overcome with his sense of power. Of control. Of a man who knew he would get the answer he was looking for even if he had to tear you apart to get it. "That something is Don Niccolò's daughter," I quipped back, challenging him to say something further. He thought I'd be afraid of the focus he pinned on me, but even if I couldn't shoot a man in the head, I'd grown up seeing that same bloodthirsty focus in my father's eyes; in the eyes of the mafioso around me. I looked up and noticed that the top of my head only reached his chin. From that angle, his chiseled jawline was all I can focus on. Geez, how long did God spend crafting this one? He smirked at my lack of fear. "Of course, princess. Who can forget? The Don's only daughter." He twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. "So pure her heart is almost as white as snow." It trailed a path down the side of my neck. "Almost." His hand shifted to collar my throat. My lips parted when he lightly squeezed. I felt the pulse in my neck beat hard against his hand and my pvssy clenched at the thought of him fvcking me this way. I imagined his calloused hand wrapped around my throat and his chocolate-brown eyes watching me take his c0ck as he pushed into me. "So pure that her pvssy is still tight from never knowing a man," he whispered the words into my ear and I felt my legs nearly give out. I could cvm from his filthy words alone. But I'd never let him know that. I was too proud to admit such a thing. "You think I don't hear you, but I do. So I'll ask you one more time, Songbird. When you fvck yourself with your fingers, whose name do you m0an out?" // Recommended for those 18 YEARS AND OLDER.
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Anika Madan finds herself involved with racketeers as she gets a job as a simple wine attendant and bar-tender at Santorini's Winery and Brewery Co. Little does she know, just how familiar she really is with this place, considering she used to work with the owner himself as a teen. But at that time, he was just Zeke. The warm, friendly, kind guy that always offered a helping hand, whom she trusted and had an innocent little crush on. 4 years later, he's Ezekiel Vasilios. The cold, calculating, feared, and brutal leader of the Greek Mafia. The thought of crossing paths with him makes people's stomach churn in the most unpleasant way. He runs The Royal Chi along with its multitude of business ventures, both legal and on the illegal side. A ruthless businessman and an even more cutthroat mafia boss. No pun intended. Alas, things don't always stay the same. They are no longer the two teenagers making pasta together in their small town local restaurant. Now, they are two young adults following entirely different life paths. What happens when their world collides again for a second time? *** "If you're going to try to shoot somebody," Ezekiel gritted. My hands began thrashing against his hard chest in an angry attempt to push him away, but miserably failed when the weight from my throat went to my wrists instead. His piercing reflective eyes bored into mine until I watched him bring up his other hand. Instantly, I felt the icy touch of metal at the temple of my head. He slowly used the barrel to move a strand of my hair away, trailing it down the side of my face. Suddenly, I feel his warm minty breath fanning my ear as I froze. "Don't ever think twice about it." He murmured harshly. The heat radiating off of his body mixed with the scent of cologne invading my nostrils provided both security and danger, despite the situation we're in. "It's kill, or be killed in this world, Anika. Never forget that."

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