corinthiAna

corinthiAna

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The father of my best friend

The father of my best friend

"Are you nervous about my presence, Mia?" He touches my leg, which was swinging, holding it in place.
"N-no." I answer weakly, and he moves even closer to my face, brushing his thumb over my cheek.
"Then why are you breathing so hard?" He smiles in a mischievous way, squeezing my thigh.
I close my eyes, leaning back and holding back a moan. I wanted much more than that. I would like to feel his mouth on mine immediately.
"Adam…" It's all I can say.
"Tell me what you want, Mia." He slides from my cheek to my lips.
"Kiss me… please." I almost whisper, fixed on his gaze.
Without delay, he does what I ask for gently and sweetly. He asks for entrance with his tongue, and I give it, feeling his mint taste. Our tongues fit perfectly, fast and fiery movements in a sensual game. He bites my lower lip carefully before pulling away and smiling.
"Mia, we're about to land." I feel a whisper in my ear.
My body shivers and my eyes open back to reality. I had dreamt about my best friend's dad.
Age Gap
Billionaire
Class Difference
Erotic
Forbidden
Single Daddy
Sugar Daddy
Virgin
Warm
The mobster's secret son

The mobster's secret son

"Look at me!" He spoke angrily.
"You're a monster," I said softly, almost whispering, refusing me to obey.
"Look at me!" He shouted, making me comply. "I rule this place, ragazza! You only speak or move in my presence if I allow it. I decide whether you live or die. I am the Don, ragazza," he said, pointing the gun at me again, this time at my head, the same place he had just shot.
I struggled to breathe, my chest rising and falling, his words echoing in every part of my body. He stared intensely at me while cocking the pistol, ready to fire.
"Don't hurt me, Stefano," I pleaded, my voice trembling and faltering.
"Too late, Beatrice."
His fingers moved; Stefano was about to pull the trigger when the image of Davide filled my mind, his laughter, the sleepless nights caring for him, and most importantly, the question of who would take care of him when I was no longer there. Stefano had no right, Stefano couldn't do this, and I would do anything to save my son, even if it meant handing him over to one of the leaders of the most powerful mafia in the country. It was time to tell the truth.
"We had a child that night!"
Campus
Heavy
Mafia Leader
Possessive
Powerful
Pregnancy
Secret Baby
Sexy
Single Mother

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