Flesh And Blood: His Dark Obsession

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fingers clenched around the d

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a deep, persistent bur

ym enclosed in bulletproof glass, a t

on a treadmill, his massi

from his own mind, a

ning forward and allowing my soaked shi

neckline of my uniform dipped even lo

the reflection on t

stopped

l, gripping the handrails so ha

locked onto my every movement, burning

ression of some dark, territorial urge

lf chained to a wall, strain

over me, eclipsing the

ng a dirty mop bucket, her l

spot, whore,

threw the filthy, gray wa

hair and my uniform, plasteri

hock of the cold,

ed me hard across the face, the shar

snapped, erasing an

a moment. A ringing in my ears drowned out Camilla's triumphant sneer, but I bit down on

stood up, and with a vicious arc of my

d brutal, a sickening

d hard onto the wet concret

g her face in shock, her cruel

I saw his bloodshot eyes track the splash of the dirty water, and then the vicious

out of th

pen so hard the hing

ed, his voice echoing like thunder

g, curling into a pathetic ball an

"I was just telling her to clean the corner, and she hit me for

la, then slowly turned hi

refusing to br

f my lush figure, the wet fabric leavin

, the raw hunger in his

e bobbed sharpl

le against his possessive hunger, his han

efore his men, he had to

servant over a Capo's daughter

zo ordered his soldiers, his voice tight and st

rward and grabbed my wet ar

st, letting my

ward the cells, I was secretly thrilled, a w

exactly the calcula

k cell and locked the heavy iro

cot and waited, co

d a soft tapping sound fr

near the floor, my finger

cover off, settin

package hidden by the Matriarch, ri

d it, the crinkle of wrap

the Famiglia's illicit casino

nny outfit, fashioned from tight leather, with a c

up in the dim light, traci

k cell, my pulse rac

away to protect his sanity,

in front of the entire New York underworld tonight. And when I w