runaways

runaways

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erica is a girl who ran away from home. her father was a drunk and her mother was abusive. when she got kidnapped because she saw a gang kill someone wi she fall for the gang leaders son or will she escape?
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Rosalina, 24 year old whose family was just killed by her abusive Fiancé, escapes to New York where she gets sent to live with old best friend and Mafia Boss, Alec Salvatore. 27 year old Alec, a cold and dark man who would stop at nothing to have things his way. He was cruel and manipulative but when Rose got involved, that all changed. Not knowing that she might've traded one problem for an even bigger one. "No strings attached." He licks his lips and I don't think I've ever wanted anything more then I do right now. "No feelings." I add. "Good because I can't get your pretty little body out of my head." He growls, placing more kisses to my jawline. He can't get me out of his head. I suppress a smile from spreading on my lips. "So is that a yes?" He reaches down under my shirt, grabbing my breast. My back arches, slightly for him. God, this isn't good....but it feels too good to stop. His hands feel so intoxicating on my body. I just want more. More touching, more of him. "Rosalina, I need words." He demands, kissing me. Placing my arms around his neck as I play with his hair, "What would happen if I said yes?" I tease. "It means you are mine to please and vice versa. Something we both want." He says, his body towering over mine. Both want.... His hands on my breast, kneading and playing with me. I feel like I'm going to explode. "No strings attached." I reiterate, my lips lingering right below his. "No feelings'.' He responds, almost too quickly. "Think you can handle that?" "Yes.'' I lied. We both did. All rights reserved.

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