Owned by the Italian Devil

Owned by the Italian Devil

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Starring...starring at the resentful man. His drenched clothes from the pouring rain. Watching his perfectly chiseled face, my eyes wondering to the permanently engraved frown in his pink lips. The man that took everything from me, but gave me much more. Love. Lust. Passion. Desire. Bliss. Sadness. Anxiety. Individually each word seems limited, but together they gave me an intoxicating limitless atmosphere. "Why...why are you so difficult? Can't you see all I have done for you, il mio giocattolo!" He shouted letting his accent slip. Hearing the oh so familiar nickname roll off his tongue makes my heart clench. Don't let him in. Don't let him hurt us anymore than he has. My mind orders me Your don't think I now this? I reply mentally, rolling my eyes. "I'm not your toy! Don't get to call me that." I scold. holding back any emotion. Trying to show him he means nothing, when really he means everything. He's all I have, but it's only because he took it; everything I possessed. He expression looked of hurt. But it had vanished just as soon as it came. The expression being replaced with his signature smirk and cold eyes to match. "Oh little one. So naïve you are." He explained as he crept closer. Decreasing the distance. Just until his lips made contact with my cold and soaking skin. I hold my breath so I can avoiding swooning from his intoxicating sent. "Penso che hai dimenticato..tu sei mia," {I guess you forgot..you're mine} He whispers against my neck. ~~ Evangeline is a high school senor, living in Pennsylvania. she lives alone... well technically with her mother. But mothers usually acknowledge their child's existence, so she is no mother to her. Evangeline isn't the most popular, nor is she the hottest in her 'click' but she has learned to accept her dreadful life. This is until she gets taken by a handsome Italian devil Savino and is held by the mafia. She at first assumes she was just taken by coincidence than learns her kidnapping was no accident.
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"It's funny that you are saying this because if one of us is jealous, then it's you. Or did you forget that you just pushed the man I was dancing with away from me and dragged me out of the club? Where is he anyway and where the hell are Vivian and Felicia?" I say, raising my voice. "Don't worry about them. They are up there, waiting for you and what Valentino concerns, he is taken good care of." He says with a grin on his face and a clenched jaw. ~~~~~ "You know what? I have never realized it before, but you have such perfect lips. I bet they would look even better wrapped around my cock... but then I remember the shit that always comes out of your mouth, and I just want to throw up." He says, looking at me with disgust. ~~~~~ "You little piece of shit won't call me "dude" because I am not one of your trashy friends and she is not a girl you can just fuck one time and throw away then. She is my fucking wife." "And she is way out of your league, dude," I add. ~~~~~ "What the hell happened and whose family do I have to rot out?" #1 badboyinlove March 2022 #1 luxury March 2022 #1 hot April 2022

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