Married To The Mafia King's Son

Married To The Mafia King's Son

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Feb 9, 2016
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"....come." I didn't respond "COME ! ", Xavier said more sternly .Scared I gulped and scurried over to him tripping on my feet. When he pinned me against the wall and smashed his lip roughly against mine........ Amelia Robinson 18, a pure ,innocent and beautiful young girl has to move in with Xavier Gratiano 19, a sexy, player who is swooned over by many women, because her father was on a business trip with his father. Six months..... Temptations....... Touching..... Read more too find out!!!!
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I couldn't move... It was as if my body was frozen, like I was glued to the floor. My breathing soon grew faster, my lungs grew tighter and tighter, I was fighting for air, my vision grew dark, and the noises around me that were once loud grew quiet. My vision was in and out; I saw a ceiling fan repeatedly. "Sunshine?" I heard someone say... That nickname I knew from somewhere. I was slowly starting to open my eyes. I finally saw where I was... Xavier's house. "Sunshine, you awake?" Xavier asked. "What happened?" I ask. "You had a panic attack, and then you passed out," Xavier said, sitting on the side of what looked like a bed, stroking my head and looking at me with those lustful harsh cold eyes filled with hunger. Xavier began to lean in his lips and touched mine like a little peck to see if I'd kiss him back, so I gave him a peck back, letting him know I had no problem with him kissing me. Our sweet slow, soft kisses grew faster, more harsh, passionate almost, but mostly with hunger.

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