Their Wife

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

hadow upon my consciousness, preventing any recol

sciousness without any conscious understanding of my actions. My eyes widened involuntarily, as if attempting to compensate for the obscured environ

lia

m. The mattresses were soft under me with a comfortable comforter covering my body. But I couldn't feel any clothes on my bod

e

f the bed. I could view myself, hairs dishevelled, eyes wide as deer caught in red light, and an ugly large bruise on the left side of my neck where Ralph plunged the needle. Swinging

eart gave an uneven thumb as a gasp left my mouth making me stumble several steps backwards as my hand moved t

self lucky among a limited amount of people, cause Ralph Romano's disaster. A living alive spawn of satan–no–the devil himself.

me. I ha

hing over me like a predator waiting for a moment to capture me between their claws. Moving away, I carefully looked around findin

he touch, like marble. My heart jumped several beats at the sudden sound of the door opening. A soft ligh

him. Anoth

ei V

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

k a deep breath and forced my muscles to relax. But my body was not hearing, my heart was full-on gall

in front of me, a cruel smile on his

my hands were frantically clasping at the edges of the sheets as

exacerbated, dark amusement dan

my h

ould still rescue this situation,

the hazardous warmth only he could evoke. Every fiber of my being tingled, acutely aware of his commanding presence and the ripped muscles concealed beneath the gentle fabric of his white T-

. Now, two years later, he was a

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

red, his eyes glistening sa

"And where is the

d. "Fiesty

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

sly hot and cold, and I

nveloped me as I caught a whiff of his intoxicating fragrance, an exquisite blend of rosewood and smoky allure mingled with an essence reminiscent of a tropical b

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

итомец," he said softly. "Still t

et

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

most pure black.

it. What they wanted was everything I fear and dread. They took everything

, his answering headshake was almost sympathetic. Almost regretful-even as his words

body was held up only by the corner I tucked into the material over my breasts. I could feel it slowly slipping out, untangling on its own, but he didn't wa

lov

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