Twisted Games

Twisted Games

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida jue, sep 4, 20254h 23m
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Verena, a notorious assassin, has always been the hunter, tasked with a new job, another seemingly easy target. Or so she believes. He drove deeper, whispering harshly into her ear, his hand clamping down on the back of her head, "Tell me you want it." The words were forced from her in a breathy whisper, "I want it." But as quickly as it began, he pulled away, zipping up his pants. "What the fuck?" she spat, anger lacing her voice. A grin spread across his face. "I just wanted to hear you say it to me," he said, as he walking away. He stopped for a moment, "and by the way, I know Adrian is right, I know you killed her"
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CURRENTLY EDITING SOME CHAPTERS, SO APOLOGIES IF ANYTHING DOESNT QUITE ADD UP YET! (You may notice a few inconsistencies while I work on it, but everything will be fixed once the edits are complete. Thank you for your patience!) What happens when you're in the wrong place at the wrong time? She is just at the beginning of her year-long world travels when she falls into the hands of him - an Italian mafia Don driven by the thirst for answers and revenge. When there is something else thrown into the mix - obsession. But is it the healthy kind? -- "I can see it, you know," he continues, his voice as smooth and dangerous as the edge of a blade. "The fear you're trying so hard to hide. The way your hands tremble ever so slightly, the way your breath catches in your throat when I'm close like this." My hands instinctively curl into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I struggle to maintain control. He tilts his head, studying me like a predator sizing up its prey, his proximity suffocating. "You should be scared," he says, the words laced with an unsettling certainty. "Because when I'm done with you, there won't be anything left of that defiance you're so proud of." A shiver runs down my spine. "I've faced worse than you," I manage to grit out, though my voice is barely above a whisper. "And I'm still standing." His lips curve into a sinister smile, a glint of something dark and twisted flashing in his eyes. "We'll see how long that lasts." "Let's go." "No." --

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