Den Of Desires

contract with me, I

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the money in a year, you

I process what he just said.

u know what. D

my breathing uneven.

s eyes settle on my chest before trail

ot to trust anyone,

od. Come back tomorrow night by this ti

rate to escape him, but befor

thing dolc

wear something more reve

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me, 9:30 it reads. With nervous steps,

're here," Lorenzo

ng in all the life decisions t

'd actually come." His

e to his office and clo

iding under tha

him, but he

money." He ha

ills, more money than I've ever se

ount it if

eed to?

your money will be

ground, where women change into lace and silk

ing us tonight." He tucks a strand of my hair be

then asks, "Where did

nt," I answ

gives Matteo a

s fast." Matteo hooks his finger under my

ow my rules to

at I tell you to

Never di

ke off y

belt and let the coat slide off

urmurs, while

is is the most rev

second skin, its V-neck dipping

a. "Put her in black. The innocence in her face and her lips will contrast be

irgin," I sn

des toward the exit. "I

e skin," Bella say

all. The lacy underwear barely covers anything-my ass a

this... Running away w

s one thing, but stepping out of the undergr

and I haven't even started work

ght. The first tim

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ing to keep my cool. Men watch me with hunger in t

down. His hand moves between her legs, rubbing her clit as he thrusts into her, l

too turned on to wait, s

e wet sounds, the raw erotic

e moment he appears, all eyes turn to him. He scans the club

finger, sign

down and wal

lingerie," he says, eyes f

re," he

him until we ent

seen on TV, greets him warmly. "

tter." Matteo slides an arm ar

her celebrity notes,

ng onto a red couch, spreading his l

choke ou

r clothes, do

e I can stop it. "I...I mean..

voice dangerously low.

take off your c

" he

owly, revealing my tits. Next I hook my thumbs into my wai

ring nothin

und," he

ob

d over.

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rses under his br

ep forward, stoppin

ne

pes me, but I lower my

y cheek down to my neck, squeez

touch sending a shockwave of pleasur

between his fingers,

osed to hate this... to hate him. But why do I

the celebrities asks, his

God, ple

d leave. You're done for

and rush out of the room, heading stra

h coat, trying to

y hair, then shoves me forward, pressing

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e murmurs, bending clo

ing against me-his hard

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ot to learn,