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My chest tightened, "Raphael..." He pulled away from me and quietly fixed himself. I immediately turned onto my back, sitting up against the headboard as I straightened my dress with unsteady hands. That was when I noticed he hadn't even taken off his tie. It hung loosely around his collar, slight
"We are going to stand in front of the Council in two days," his hand tightening in my hair, holding my head still against the headboard, "And if you love me... if you really love me like you say you do... you're going to stand there and tell every single one of them the truth." Another hard, deep
My fingers clawed at the dark sheets as he started moving, my breath coming in broken gasps as he held my arm trapped behind my lower back and his fist locked tight in my hair. Then, his head dropped down near my ear, his breath hot and ragged against my skin, "I love you too," his voice sounded li
He didn't say a word. My body was pinned tight under his. I was flat on my stomach, my elbows propping me up just enough to look back at him over my shoulder. My feet were stretched out behind me, my toes curled tight against the cool sheets. Raphael stayed hovering right over the back of my thig
He let out a humorless laugh. "Do you think I don't see what you're doing?" His fingers flexed against my waist, "You tell me you love me... and in the same breath you ask to leave." He shook his head slowly. "You think because I give you space... because I listen... because I don't lock every da
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ My breath hitched into a sharp gasp as my chest was pressed flat against the mattress. The dark sheets felt cool against my face, but the body pinned over mine was burning hot. I couldn't move. I couldn't even shift my hips. Raphael had completely trapped me beneath him, his wei
"I’m teaching you the Silvio Special," Silvio whispered, throwing an arm around my shoulder like we were best friends heading to a movie instead of a girl trying to escape a house full of mobsters, "If you want to sneak out of this mansion undetected, you don't go over the walls. You go under the ra
"I don't touch," I whispered. I tried to make my voice sound different, "I dance. I don't touch the customers." Raphael let out a short, dry sound that might have been a laugh. He didn't look offended, he looked amused. "I'm not a customer, and you're here because you need money," he said. His da
The air in my lungs stopped. My eyes flew open, my vision swimming with dark spots as the pressure increased. He was holding me so tight I couldn't swallow, couldn't gasp, couldn't do anything but feel the terrifying power in his arm. My heart hammered against my ribs, and the panic rose up in my
She let out a small, broken whimper and dove back down, her tongue frantic, her teeth grazing me as she tried to prove me wrong. She was gagging, her eyes watering as she fought her own anatomy to please mine. It was exactly what I needed. No complexity. No "stepsister" bullshit. I watch







