Blood Between Vow's

Blood Between Vow's

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Dimitri Ivan Morozov- I vowed to never fall in love, but that vow was broken the second a Black haired, blue eyed, stubborn, 5'3 popped up in my life on a random Saturday night. She was everything feisty yet a woman with a heart big enough for one to melt at her talking to the locals in the bar. She was the British barista I didn't know I would become obsessed with within mere seconds of meeting her. I was definitely not expecting for her to discard her shirt and leave her in her lacy bra, or give me a sexy dance with multiple eyes looking her body up and down, the body that will soon belong to me. But that all changes when I find out the very young Iris fucking Jones is my soon to be wife, and the slap she gave me when I called her cute and short only added to my obsession over her. I'm a dad to a daughter that won't even look at me and in no way will I be a better husband. A man like me was never meant to find love. Iris Talia Jones- I don't necessarily see myself as someone who likes a lot of people, but I definitely didn't see my short self practically melt at the sight of a 6'7 man, not boy, but ALL man with thick muscular thighs, tattoos covering his body, black hair, dark brown eyes that if you look close enough almost look black, that defiantly does not look a day over thirty-two but from his ID It tells me he's nearly fourty. Turns out my secret crush is my soon to be husband. Of fucking course life lets me obsess over a man that could defiantly make me come in mere seconds of trying, but it's not on my terms, and rather what is fitting for our two families, and not just that but he called me short and cute. I am soon to be a new mom to a girl I've never met, and a wife to a husband who owns the bratva. "A story to read". WARNING: This book contains mature content. Started: July 5th 2025 Ended:TBD All Rights Reserved.
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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 clichΓ© 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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