SOLD TO THE BILLIONAIRE MAFIA KING

anding at the doorway of Lorenzo De Luca's private residence, clutching a small hand

to take up as little space as possible. Soft mouth. Long lashes. Skin that seem

over the other as he studied her. Slow, measured. Ass

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, relief crossed her face

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one finger. Not gentle

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