The Altar We Defiled

The Altar We Defiled

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One reckless night. Stranded in an airport lounge after a storm-delayed flight. Tipsy on free wine, restless, she locked eyes with the older stranger in the corner. No names. No promises. Just stolen heat in the shadowed VIP shower suite, bruising grips, filthy whispers, raw sex against cold tile. She left trembling at dawn, sure it was over. Then she stepped into her mother's kitchen. Saw the diamond ring. Heard: "Meet my fiancé, Victor." The same man. The same hands that had ruined her in the dark. Now promising forever to the woman who raised her and barely knew her. Will these sins fade or be ignited?
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Khloé Amas is eighteen, untouched, and the only daughter of Italy's Prime Minister, Giovanni Pereti Amas. Her Middle Eastern genes - inherited through her father's lineage - have blessed her with luminous olive skin that glows like sun-warmed honey, deep sultry dark eyes framed by impossibly long lashes, full lips made for sin, and long, glossy black waves that cascade down her back. She is an olive-skinned goddess walking among mortals, a vision of exotic innocence that could topple kingdoms. Andrea Verona is forty-seven, married, father of four, and the cold-blooded mafia billionaire who rules Italy's ports. Guns and cocaine move through his docks like blood through veins - and no one dares challenge him. Until now. When Prime Minister Giovanni Pereti Amas vows to seize control of the ports and crush Verona's empire, Andrea delivers the perfect, merciless counterstrike: he kidnaps the one thing his enemy cannot live without - his beautiful, virgin daughter. What begins as ruthless revenge spirals into dangerous obsession. Andrea cannot look away from her glowing olive skin. Cannot stop imagining those full lips parted in surrender. In the dead of night, while his wife sleeps beside him, he strokes his thick cock to filthy fantasies of claiming Khloé's untouched body. When he fucks his wife, it's Khloé's name he bites back, her face he sees beneath him.

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