Daemon Racchio's Mansion Of Pleasure

t down on the bed, which was so soft it was like lying on a so

ose, closer and closer." I

in jail. I needed justice. I remembered the last thing we talked about. This

remember everything I had seen. Stella was in recruitment. Sam, she was the submissive of the mobster named Eduard. There

the mirror. For the first time in a long time, I was amazed to see myself. I looked at myse

his was vulgar nonsense; these clot

. I pushed the button to open it. It was so much technology for a simple wardrobe. I watched carefully as

nts of all kinds. In that sense, there was a wide variety of clothes of all sty

were spacious and perfectly organized. There was a special compartment with ribbons, barre

said, roll

re were even winter clothes, coats, scarves, shirts. Everything to dress

ny underwear underneath. I felt a tingling sensation run through my

ice that acted as a sort of alarm. It had a hamburger engraved on it, so I sensed it wa

asks in my hands. I guess tha

where did

night because I had to train. I kept telling myself in front of the mirror that I was going to fit in, that I was go

ost difficult part. I wanted to make a good impression, so I wore heels,

uld do it. I co

s without eating. I looked at myself in the mirror, my outfit wasn't as revealing as Sam's, but it

sh or be horrified. Information, I had to c

o one there, which reassured me. I kept walking, my hee

el someone approaching and I

mist

run in heels. I said t

y thigh. Heaven only knows the feeling that washed over me in those moments when I was not wearing pant

eels?" he asked, and

a nice face, blond hair and honey-colored eyes. I didn'

aight at him

s. Working here is great.

narrowed. He held out his hand for

ther of Daemon Racchio." He sm

other of the man who would soon o

arted to say

He didn't look like he belonged there, where everyone was dressed so elegant

nd took my hand. "I will help you get to my broth

gized and took his a

. up my thighs, made me shiver. My heart was

o. I was hoping it wasn't what I had imagined. I didn't expect that the fi

d kissed it like he w

o you." He s

as the other people there, as if they were from another time. The s

e a mansion. The door was open, they were waiting for me inside. I walked; the cold wa

m outside came the smell of hazelnuts, perfumes mixed with the smell of sweat from physical conta

d tattooed, his face was a chiseled mask of determination, the sharp lines of his jaw and the upward tilt of his nose lending him an air of authority.

ty and danger. The tie, a shade matching his mesmerizing eyes, completed the picture of sophisti

. He was like a Greek god, s

moved forward. I had to remember that this guy could be a killer. I woul

s. I need to inspect you." He order

xpected him to be so direct. I felt the temperature rise in my body; the heat was

olled myself again. What the