Forbidden Desire, Claimed by Demonlord

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disbelief as her ha

rying to process wha

tand up to me, let alone get

orite plaything. "

ed up her pantie

ting to downplay her actions. The only reason she was still

neered. "How could you make

you'll have to learn how t

ped back, "I quit then. I'm no

y blocking her path. "You want to leave? You clea

Your mother will continue receiving the best treatm

he questioned, "What? Are you going to keep

re the devil

kly. "Is that

oser with newfound confidence. "Y

rting to irritate me. How dare she call me the devil? I ha

s hospital payments at a critical time, yet she still

bed. "I am not your

you want

ted, startling her. Instantly,

ed my back, quickly dressing before calling o

ly when a woman gives herself to me willingly. Many might label me a sadist,

in my thoughts. I still couldn't wrap my head a

re. I caressed my beard, recalling how she

control, but feisty girls a

ghtmare by that time; it's just that it had been over three years since I last had that kind of nightmare in the middle of the

killed men with my bare hands? My name rings a bell in the city, and everyone knows what I'm capable of. As the first and only son of my father, I inherited the man

o be strong and ruthless; being cold-blooded runs in the Bianchi family, and I just can't help it.

arily a test phase as usual; I just got pissed at the playground and bullied my bully. However, surpassing my father

ss in the Bianchi crime family, but after they murdered my fiancée, Alessia, in

r, and they know I won't stop

t a ruling mafia boss shouldn't be married-except if it was an open marriage. I was about to break that cy

ssia's death, I haven't been able to forget her. Well, I don't think I will ever forget her. I just have a coping mechanism of calming ev

body with trembling, gentle hands while

Seeing people writhe in agony makes me happy, and any Morano-be it a child, a woman-anyo

lid through my drawers

shooting practice to relea

t and submitted to me, I wou

dream. My chest felt tight, and a bead of sweat trick

t insecurities and traumas, forcing me to confront how

room. I had a professional meeting with some political heads. I don't just run my family's drug shipments, clubs, or gang

urberry suit. I needed to be very professi

approached my garage, I pa

grasped the handle. I wanted to e

t escape; I knew she couldn't

ng a poker face. My eyes scanned the