Act like my wife

Act like my wife

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Veronica is a sex worker. One night, she is sent to the home of The Ruthless Mafia boss, Don Patrizio. After doing her job of pleasuring him, he reveals his hidden agenda... Is Veronica in trouble? Or will she have to remember all she was taught in acting class? ***Sneak Peak: I could suddenly feel him burning holes into my skull with his glare. He cleared his throat to get my attention... "When you say 'clients', you mean?" "Men I have fucked for money" I stated matter-of-factly. Of course, I was being playful. He hit the table, breaking it into two, each halves fell to the floor in opposite directions. "Don't. Ever. Say. That. Again." "I'm sorry. But you know what I do" He towered over me and cupped my face in his hands. "I don't care. I just don't want you talking about your affairs with other men. Am I clear?" I watched his expression soften, and I realized that all he needed was reassurance. "Okay. I'm sorry, Bambi" He walked over the mess on the floor and returned to his seat. He dialed a number on his phone and ordered another table and dinner. "Sorry about this" He apologized as he tucked his phone into his jacket pocket. I got up and walked over to him and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "It's okay". He grabbed my waist and made me sit on his lap with my legs on either side of his body and our faces a few inches from each other. I could feel his need between my legs. Like the naughty girl that I am, I massaged between his thighs to worsen his state. He smashed his lips against mine and kissed me hungrily. While I was trying to keep up with his kiss, he brought his fingers to my clit; my body twitched in response and I let out a small cry... WARNING: Strong Language, Sex... not suitable for ages below 18. Updates: Weekly #1 in pretense #1 in prostitute 9/5/23 #1 in sexworker 11/23
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She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting.

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