Bienvenidos al internado SOA. Si quieres sobrevivir y encajar este es tu sitio. ¿Te gusta bailar? Ve con el grupo de danza, ¿Futbol Americano? Igual. Habla con todos e integrante, pero nunca con Efrosse, según el campus y todos, es escalofriante, ¡Viste únicamente de negro con un choker a lo 50 Sombras De Grey!, te hace pedazos con la mirada, nunca esta con alguien... pero se dice que en su cama hay más de un chico, no te escuchara ya que llevará sus cascos.
¿Pero de veras Efrosse es asi? ¿Acaso tiene sentimientos? ¿Tiene miedo de mostrarse a la gente tal y como es? Descrubre su verdadero yo y a Tyrus.
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The Mafia Lord And His Forbidden Princess ( SAMPLE ) ✓
9 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
9 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
[CASTELLO DI CARTE MAFIA CHRONICLES, #2]
[Formerly known as *Possession: The Game of Clubs*]
𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄
What is worse than being forced to marry a man you've never even met? I'll answer it. Drinking with a man who's off-limits and sleeping with him just to prove a point. Plus points, if he's not the man you're supposed to marry.
After one drunken mistake with the enemy, I swore to never entertain him again.
But the next time we met, things turned a little too hot in the bathroom.
He was the enemy, one I should've known better than to involve myself with, but I couldn't resist his unbreakable allure. His need for me kindled a spark that made me lose control and forget who I was.
Sex was not the only reason.
It was the way he softly whispered sweet words into my ears and the way he held me. It was the intensity with which he looked at me and made me feel desired.
There was one tiny problem.
His marriage was in four months.
To the woman who called me her friend.
𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎
They say there's pleasure in tasting the things you cannot have. Forbidden passion has its own mind when deep-rooted inside someone. I never knew the depth of these words until I saw her-the woman desired by many but touched by none.
She was the brightest pink rose in a sea full of white ones. She was covered in thorns, a boundary only I dared to cross because I had nothing to lose.
Only, she wasn't mine, nor I, hers.
Every moment we spent together reminded us of the reality meant for us. Some sacrifices are made for the greater good, but what good comes from leaving behind the one thing you never had and have finally found?
She surrendered herself to me. Body and soul.
Until the end of our agreement.
So what if one of us wanted more in the end? What if the one was me?
CONTENT WARNING (CW): This book contains depictions of violence, abuse, trafficking and other darker themes, along with sexual content that may not be suitable for some readers. 18+ reco
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