Kidnapped By The Cold Mafia King

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shortly with clothes for me, and then he locks me in the room and I'm pretty

em, I check the one in the bathroom but its

out of the room in a fluffy white robe. I notice a bag on the bed, there's a blue dress insi

off sleep with fear. I knew I couldn’t stay awake forever. How long would

on the door. Trista

asked, looking at the blue fabric

y head. “I

eting mine.He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. He

ed and shook my head. “I might be your hostage, but I’m not your sex slave. I want som

tightened, and his lips parted. He had full lip

ws. “Yeah. Like a t

Lord help me, he was hot. “Wear the dress or wear the

“If you want to eat, come downstairs. I wa

ing was beautiful and must have cost a fortune. I could hear Tristan speaking to someone, wo

phone done. “Sit.” He motioned to a

g his hands on the table.

and pressed my arms into my

I was scared of him and even more attracted to him. In proper light, I cou

somethin

honestly. “I work, a lot.” I didn

y free time watching too much TV and looking at funny cats on the Int

table. “Now tell me som

t he felt close. My skin pririckled. "I am a bad person. I do

whispered, my voice weak. “Trust me, I know.” I

pped to his handsome face, and suddenly I felt saf

ve to do?” I aske

to me. Stay in the

“For how lo

lips. “We will hav

ndro said when he finished his m

I said and s

be locked in your room. Don’t think about escaping. Th

d been thrown into, yelling at his men in Spanish. I couldn’t understa

e was irresistible. He scooped me up and carried me to a bed where he

h a wet and th

nightgown he had given me. I didn’t even realize what I was doing. My ey

myself again. The pleasure ran through me. I was already turned on, ready to go from the dream. I slipped

d my face. I was so wet. The warmth took me over, and I

fted back into