Stigmalion

Stigmalion

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My name is Dolores McBride, and I was born with an extremely rare allergy. Touching other people burns me badly. I can't kiss a guy, hug my parents, or leave the house without putting on gloves. I am untouchable. I basically live in a cursed castle, which holds me prisoner, and punishes me with burns and scars every time I try to escape. I even thought up a name for my prison: Stigmalion. The idea that I'll spend my whole life a prisoner of this diagnosis, and that I'll die a prisoner of it, no longer makes me depressed. I don't bother dreaming that they'll invent a cure for my disease, and I don't count on meeting someone who won't scorch me with his touch. What use is that tenacious feeling, hope? But what if, one day, I do decide to escape Stigmalion? What if, one day, I learn the meaning of a touch, an embrace, a kiss? Can I experience that insanity? That freedom? Even... love?
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His finger trailed up my thigh ever so gently causing my pussy complete torture. He knew what he was doing. He knew this was driving me completely crazy. Just as his fingers were trying to push past my underwear my hand grabbed onto his wrist. "Don't," I warned, in a low voice making sure nobody would notice. "Watch me fuck you in front of every single person here unless Tobias stops looking at you like that." He explained. I glanced over to Tobias who was looking angrier than ever. If Tobias didn't stop looking at me not only would my husband keep to his word, someone would send a bullet through his skull. *+*+* Scarlett Salvadore was to be married to a man she hated with all her heart to increase her father's power. Aleksander Petrov was to be married to a woman he hated with all his heart to make amends with some of the Italian mafia. When the two of them meet at a club without knowing their identities they are immediately drawn to each other. What will happen when the two of them discover each other's identity? Will it grow the passion they have for each other or will their families history destroy it? *+*+* "I hope you realize that you belong to me now. In fact, you've always belonged to me, before and after the wedding ring on that finger of yours." I rolled my eyes at his words, still not forgetting the things he said to me before. "I'm just as much yours as you are mine, and don't you forget it, Aleksander." I snapped, pointing at his hard chest. "Prove it." A smirk appeared on my lips. Men in the mafia always use their wives for sex. But why can't it be the women using their husband's? *+*+* Far from a cliché Started: Thursday 26th August 2021 Finished: Monday 15th August 2022 RANKINGS: 11 in Lust 6 in Italian 1 in Strong Language 1 in explicit

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