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Parts 10
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billionaireromance darkromance loveatfirstsight mafia revenge romance secretidentity shortstory spicy strong-female-character

The city lights flickered like stars through the expansive window of the penthouse. Mahi stood there, a silhouette against the glow, heart racing as Ahaan stepped closer, the electricity between them palpable.

"You drive me wild, and now my dick is craving to fuck you hard."he whispered, his voice low and husky. He reached out, his fingertips trailing along her arm, igniting a fire where his touch lingered. She shivered, a delightful thrill coursing through her.

"Then what's stopping you?" she teased in a seductive voice, her breath hitching as his gaze darkened with desire. 
"Your clothes, it is blocking the view" He said moving in, her back pressed against the cool glass, the world outside fading away. With a swift motion, he captured her lips, a blend of passion and urgency that left her wanting more.

His hands roamed her curves, taking his time to explore every inch of her. "You always deserve to be worshipped," he whispered against her skin, lips trailing down her neck, making her arch into him, caught in the haze of desire.

"Show me," she beckoned, her voice sultry, demanding, and full of promise. He obliged, his mouth traveling lower, igniting need as she lost herself in the intoxicating rhythm of his touch, savoring the delightful tension of body and soul combined.

📖 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 by @authorkeira 
 ╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭, 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 ❞

~ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 ~ 𝟏 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

● 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀 ~
❃ Mafia Romance 
❃ Replaced Bride 
❃ Hidden Identity 
❃ He fell first , She fell harder 
❃ Obsessed MMC
❃ Strong FMC
❃ Slow Burn
❃ Touch her/him and dieAll Rights Reserved

billionaireromance darkromance loveatfirstsight mafia revenge romance secretidentity shortstory spicy strong-female-character

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