Their Wife

entless pounding within my skull, accompanied by an unsettling queasiness in the depths of my stomach. The room aro

that had recently transpired. As my groggy mind grappled with the disorientation, a flicker of worry ignited within me,

fleeting fragments of fragmented memory, I strained to piece together the puzzle of my current predicament. Killian. I w

r covering my body. But I couldn’t feel any clothes on my bod

chest. My heart rate picked up when I saw a wide large mirror standing tall in front of the bed. I could view myself, hairs dishevelled, eyes wide as deer caught in red

s, I managed to tie the sheet around my chest covering whatever I could. My heart gave an uneven thumb as a gasp left my mouth making me stumble seve

mount of people, cause Ralph Romano’s disaster. A living alive spawn of satan–no–the devil himself. He paint with blood and conveys screams in his painting

uld be advantageous. It was filled with expensive and pleasant to the eyes. Money. For some reason, it scared me. They were criminals with impassive amounts of money. My bare feet touched the ground–smooth and cold to the

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he sharp angles of his seductive masculinity. His eyes were trained on my face his lips curled in

to relax. But my body was not hearing, my heart was full-on galloping, and my hands starting to quiver. They had me in their grasp and not

ng at the edges of the sheets as if I were a pristine lassie. Which I was. They’ve ensured that.

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l rescue this situation, and buy myself a

armony, my breath quickened, as if mirroring the hazardous warmth only he could evoke. Every fiber of my being tingled, a

adorned with tattoos, seemed to simultaneously suppress and magnify his muscular prowess. H

o the possessive bit, didn’t want to think about what he meant by that. I have a fe

s eyes glistening sardonically. “M

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lliantly against the backdrop of his sun-kissed olive complexion. His gaze glided over my trembling figure, f

e, until he stood mere inches away. His presence enveloped me as I caught a whiff of his intoxicating fragrance, an exquisite blend of rosewood and smoky allure mingled with an essence re

ifted his hand and brushed my hair back, tucking it behind my ea

мец,” he said softly. “Still think y

d I didn’t know if it was from apprehension or the inf

wouldn’t be enough, and they know it. What they wanted was everything I fear and dread. They

night. “No more waiting, возлюбленный.” Covering my clenched hands with his big palms, he gently pried my fingers open, one by one, until the gauzy covering of my body was held up only by the corner I tucked into the material over my breasts.

oring my flesh and, perversely, as he bend his head and engraved the words onto my ea