Warzone

Warzone

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WpMetadataReadYetişkinTamamlanmış Hikaye Cum, Kas 3, 201715m
"I know what you are, I'm not afraid." I said as he caressed my my cheek gently. "Oh Darling, but you should be." He insisted with a sinister grin. "I'm much worse than you've read about in your story books and much stronger. In a swift motion he grabbed me up by my neck with one hand lifting me easily off the ground. His free hand stroked my face again. "What do you want from me?" I choked between his grasp and gasp for air. "I need you to do something special." He smiled that sinister grin again. His fingers began to trail the way down my neck to my breast. I breathed deep as he softened his grip on my neck, pulling me gently toward his chest. We were now face to face, lips barely touching. I felt the warmth of his breath as he spoke. "I need you to hide my child inside of you." I could feel his lips on mine as he pulled my legs around his waist. "It will be our secret."
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When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

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