Di ja Pen
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Her Tormentor ( Sinfully his.)
Mafia Take her."
" Aunt!" A horrified gasp followed.
" Do you mean it ?" A deep gruffly voice questioned. His voice was dripping with malice and beneath his eyes he gazed at the girl figure mostly on her bra straps and her ass slightly shot out.
What if the deal you made turned into an unimaginable mistake beyond your control?. Several deals can be made in life , but one can either change or ruin your life . .
Ixora was sold as a commodity to loan shark. No she was replaced with the debts of her greedy and wicked Aunt , Clarice .
She was sold as a toy. Not knowing whose master to serve . Ixora found herself in the most dangerous clan in Spain as a sex toy. A toy that warms it's master bed and satisfy its master primal urges. A toy the master discard however and whenever he likes.
A toy with no say or doing.
Mafia's are everywhere , dangerous and wealthy. They own everything. Money , wealth , power belongs to them. They were dreaded so much that normal peasants like Adrianna never wanted to come across with them.. But Ixora ended up as a sex toy in a devil harem . The most dangerous harem in the whole of Spain.
How did she end up this way? . Why is fate so cruel to her. At the age of twenty she is being sold out as a sex toy and worse , on her birthday!!!!
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Hades Kings , the most dangerous Mafia Don in Spain. The King of Mafia's heirs. He is ruthless than the devil himself. His jawline line sharp and well chiseled , his features irresistibly seductive. It can break every wall of your resistance and his dark gray eyes that carried so much power within them . Hades who we call DIABLO [ DEVIL] , A SADISTIC AND CRUEL PSYCHOPATH
Hades King is the leader of Kings empire , Kings Villa , Kings airline , King's brewery, King's publishing house , King's foodies a popularly know global restaurant and various more companies you can imagine. He got wealth at his feet and power in his grasp.
Women's flooded themselves around him shamelessly . The men looked unto him with envy. But Hades has a dark past. One that hadn't been noticed by anyone yet and he is not ready to share it with anyone.
IN HIS WORLD, WHERE, :
El amo es traición (LOVE IS TREASON~)
El cariño es quinididad (AFFECTION IS INQUITY~)
La devoción es mortal (DEVOTION IS DEADLY ~)
Hades got entangled with all these .
Bad Boy Love
Adventure
It all started with a Dare , a mean one a that . A Dare that would ruin her life and destroy her dreams .
Every message pass through the messenger . And who was the messenger ?.
Jayden Brooklyn , A name that would change her life forever .
Dove William was a 3rd year psychology student , she kept to herself and avoided trouble as best as she can . She had her 1424 college plan ,and it was sailing great , until she met Jayden on her 1300 day on college . Unlike other girls , Dove hated distraction and and had few friends but when he came everything change. She tried pushing him off but he was like a leach and stucked to her annoyingly . " What was she going to do , he isn't part of her 1412 College plan.!"
Jayden Stuck only to humiliate her!
How it all started.
*Club night.*
On a dark evening ,the noise could be heard , crazy noise coming from drunk boys and girls ,some were underaged but there were rocking the party . Sex was also done openly without shame !
In a slightly calm room .The light was dim ,all that could be heard were loud kissing sounds and moans .
Over the corner ,sat Jayden ,he had three girls pleasuring him but he soon lost interest . He push one away ,she tried to come closer but a glare stopped her ,the other two left without a word.
" Boring " . A voice yelled.
"Yea , let play a game "
"What game should we play ? " Another asked
" let play Truth or Dare " Another suggested , they all mummured with agreements .
" Alright ,I will go first " .The girl picked the bottle with a dirty smirk on her face .
"Spin !"
"Spin!". The crowd yell and as she did .
There was total silence as the bottle stopped rolling . Low gasps were heard .
Jayden raised his head slowly, despite the dim light , his sexiness could not he hidden ,he had long hair that covered half of his face . His smoky gray eyes suited his aura , his lips was inviting , red cheery lips .
Most girls got wet a just by staring at his face ,but don't be decieved by his looks , Jayden is a jerk , an arrogant and heartless play boy . A girl broken tears is like music in his ears.
The girl smirked at Jayden, and bit her lip. The crowd stare anticipated .
"So Jayden ,Truth or Dare ?."She asked staring at his lips .
" Dare" .He muttered with aloofness , smoking wildly.
The girl smirked in satisfaction ,as she stared at Jayden.
" What the Dare going to be ? "
" Ask me to fuck me just
once".
"Hey bitch !, Since we are friends let him ride me still sky."
The girl stopped up , her skirt , or should I call it a pant exposed her underwear. Her Crop top had a deep cleavage ,she look beautiful but Jayden wasn't interested. Her boobs bounced freely as she walked closer , probably because she wasn't wearing a bra
"What's is gonna be Charlotte ?" . Someone snapped . Her suspense was killing everyone. The girl named Charlotte smirked and pull out a photograph. ...
"Here is the Dare ". She passed it to a guy ,who handed the picture over to everyone else , it was part of the truth and Dare ritual. As they were all standing to have a peep at the photograph.
" Name Dove Moore ,a 300Law Student , she is 23of year ....and has never been in love ". Charlotte said the last sentence , staring at Jayden intently . Jayden eyes flew open as someone handed him the photograph . He glance at the photograph , Dove was wearing a frown but she still glowed she had a blond hair ,and her sapphire blue eyes shone . The picture wasn't a full one but anyone could see that she is beautiful . She had no make up on ,and her gaze was focused on a book .
Jayden smirked . He loves having new girls , especially one that he can break .
Charlotte with a frown said" Fuck with her and post it on the blog"
Gasp filled the Air .
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