Satin Sinner - A Mafia Romance

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between my legs, I

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s in my ear before his lips leav

the flimsy material of the blue slip he dressed me in. I press my body closer

ocean. I have no choice but to grip the raili

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uckle in my ear.

of self-consciousness or wariness. Suddenly, it doesn't m

I've known this man for

lost my fiancé and my best f

tion he offers me and the inten

th a gasp, the cold metal railing biting into my

r," he whisp

tease you more?" I t

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against my bare ass. I hold my breath, wondering

d. And about how this day was supposed

there is not

I gasp. "Please.

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me for

on fuck the sadness right out of

ent than it ever was with Dane. He's so much bigger. He fill

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roons in my ear. "It take

He pushes deeper inside me and I scream. He wraps one arm ar

e more of an active participant, but the sensations coursing through my body are too ov

t Anton is not the kind of man t

onds more for him

harder. I cry out as he fills me, pushing me to the

stomach and cups my pussy. He starts p

us tear squeezes from the corner of my eye. I can't even

l. I try to stave it off, try to swallow the scream that is r

ugh me, destroying ev

re. I'm so lost to the sensation that I

own over my hips, giving me some small amount of modesty. I turn around slowly, but I

his pants up, but I look down and catch s

claim, unable

nk I took you from behind?

but I manage to hold off the bl

s off in the corner of the yacht. "You need t

th a smirk. "The

I'd rather stay here than head back to the kitchens. And since it i

y legs are still wobbly, and take the chair on the ri

that my chef's whites are on the woo