Cashmere Cruelty - A Mafia Romance

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tranger groans. "Fucking hell,

t it out loud. No one's ever asked me what I wanted before. I don't know i

I make my

Two fingers are pumping in and out of me now. It's

I moan. "

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e worst customer

gh. "Well, then, I

es dart downwards. For one moment, I wonder if

ay anyone ca

nd thoughts?

d jut out my chin

revel in the shocked look on his face-but it's his own damn fault

ng him closer. "'Cause, if you're

rare grin. "You asked

me a complaint

nds entire

enge in his eyes. The second h

le breath, he's spreading my thighs wide, holding me up by the back of my kne

esn't let

et me do any

s, and in one smooth t

me with torturous slowness. He can't afford anything less

ns me on in all

, canting my hi

gain, that word that

he first half of both

back in, setting all my nerve endings on fire. His spare hand is playin

ll feels too goddamn good. The stre

ul, ka

der!" I cry out, in

tays there. Goddamn him. I cry out: I don't know what secret button insi

ground to a

" the man growls. "I do. So from now on, if yo

f monster could give someone all t

eas

id ni

glistening with effort, my breasts falling out what littl

ses me

, finally, he giv

rns. There is only want, and heat, and waves of ple

to God

ter. "Please," I moan, no longer knowing what I'm asking for. Only that I need

s with pain, then pleasure. I can f

h he

kalina?" he asks

y voice. "I want to come, want you to

d you?" he groans, l

part of me says. That

t the part that's call

ot to think it. That this stranger might mark me in such a permanent way; own

othing but the blue tie and him. And then I feel him

opped coming from before. But as soon as I feel him spill inside m

er in the process. In any other c

w, I don

catching my breath against this man-this man I don't even k

oor c

crambling to get my fe

e man murmurs into t

nstantly recognize as Mr. Bo

," I squeak as q

ot done wit

hiss, trying to magic my way out o

, I don't

tie

u

tly still inside me. "I can order a new one of those,

er. I quite

feel his fingers pulling

s loose, curls a

ea

, dangling my hair ribbon in front of me. Cornflow

Elias?

finally, the man takes the hint, letting me down

back, rushing to put myself back together

frowns, watching me steal the dark gr

days," I tell him curtly, rolling up t

w, I'm no

evil looks with this arrogant, beautiful asshole, because

in the mirror. There's a ripple of muscle across his chest,

lf to tear m

rning back, I st

He hands me a business card. "Contact info

I read ove

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pocketing my hair ribbon. Then, unexpectedly, he

f nothing happ

ias and then noticing at the last second the man in front

oor c

ike that,

I head out, calling out a thank

e's trouble. It's better this way, really

that's what

, the universe holds up b

wo pink lines on