Built for Pleasure

Built for Pleasure

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Emilia Armani is the owner of Dolce Vita. A well-known but hard to get a reservation restaurant. They call her 'Prima Signora'. She opened a bar in New York. A beautiful, brown, silky skin woman who happens to be the President of the United States, named Kamala Harris, goes to the restaurant with her sister and niece. She has been divorced for quite some time now and when Emilia goes to introduce herself a spark ignites between them, just by the touch of their fingertips. Will Kamala explore her feelings or will she turn down the tattooed dom?
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"The Mob Boss and the Stripper" - Suffering from an abusive relationship, Emilia didn't think her life could get any worse until the night her boyfriend made a deal with the devil and gave her away to the mafia without hesitation in order to save his life and clear his name from his debt. Now, Emilia is stuck even further but little does she know that her life is bound to change forever when she meets the handsome devil, Vincent Fontana. But did it change for the greater or for the worse? ۵ "Who the hell are you?!" I asked in the midst of my panic as I stared at the blue eyed devil sitting down on the couch in front of me. "Allow me to introduce myself..." He chuckled, standing up to his full height that towered mine as he walked closer towards me. He raised his tatted hand up towards my face as he ran his thumb over my bottom lip, leaving my breathing to hitch. "I'm Mr. Fontana, now strip."

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