His Symphony

His Symphony

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When italian mafia falls in love with an indian singer The sound of his phone ringing makes me back away as I look at his phone lying on his bed. But he grips my jaw forcing me to look back at him. "Focus on me." He says as his lips starts peppering kisses along my jaw. "But your phone..." "Leave it." He says his voice having that timber making me more wet. He places a kiss at the junction of my neck and shoulder. I sigh and lean into him enjoying this way too much. His hand holding me up moves down and cups my ass while the other grazes my breast ever so lightly in a feather touch. I bite my lip to stop my moan threating to escape as he continues his ministrations, moving his fingers lightlty around my nipple making them hard as now they can be felt through the clothing. ........................................ He didn't knew her name nor did he saw her face. All he heard was her mesmerizing voice. The voice which had the power to soothe him, to make his thoughts still and his heart skip a beat. That's how beautiful her voice was and after hearing her all he wanted was to have her for him, to have her sing only for him. She lit a dark desire in him which made him yearn for her without even knowing anything about her.
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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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