Be My Slave: A Mafia Romance

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here. I should have just stayed in my room

look on your face."

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e? I was just

our room and stop whining ab

. Once I was in my room, I locked my door and laid on my bed. Miguel might have been joking tonig

to go all in and make a full English breakfast for Miguel. I needed

I went to Gabriella and asked her if he usually ate breakfast this late. She was going thr

t." Gabriella answered and c

akfast everyday if he is not going to eat i

to keep making them." Gabri

this house

request for breakfast

ke me suffer, I was sure of it. Onwards, I'l

the breakfast saga but on a second thought I remained in m

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ing me stagger backwards. I studied him closely,

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nd my neck, cutting off my air. His grip tightened each second. I struggled

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ip on my neck. Then he walked towards

without music."

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ing sensuously to the made up beat in my head. I closed my eyes because I didn't want to look at him, the look on his fa

was now tired. I finally opened my eyes and was shocked to

ed." I a

rabbed my waist and pulled me cl

et out a sigh as I gave up trying and willingly sank into him. I felt my body become hotter, I heard myself moan. He kis

him and held on at arms length. I could see that

ra so it was easy for him to cup my breasts. His hands made slow circular movements on my nipples, I felt energy surge through me, my whole body became alive. Without warning, he pinched my nipples so hard I let out a soft moan bef

e hurt

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he person but you like what the person does

maniac, it all became clear to me now. No wonder he needed a slave. To experiment all

at if he gets through to me? What if I realize I am more like him? What if he changes me? What if I actually begin to like it like he said? The