Den Of Desires

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the money in a year, you

I process what he just said.

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my breathing uneven.

s eyes settle on my chest before trail

ot to trust anyone,

od. Come back tomorrow night by this ti

te to escape from him, but befo

n you come tomorrow, wear something

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next

e. 9:30 PM it reads. With nervous steps

're here," Matteo s

ng in all the life decisions t

tually come," he says, his g

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

de Matteo-his dark grey eyes l

loor," his voice smooth like

but luckily, she learns fast." He hooks hi

rules to work for u

at we tell you to

on't act with

for me to feel the heat of him

eek pleasure fro

ke off y

belt and let the coat slide off

urs, while Matteo

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ost revealing

in, its V-neck dipping low showing just lit

nice," D

in white. The innocence in her eyes will contrast beautifully wi

irgin," I sn

Dante mutters, "Thanks for the inf

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 workin

ght. The first tim

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ng to keep my cool. Men watch me with hunger in the

oving between her legs, rubbing her clit as he thrusts into h

ence stroking themse

e wet sounds, the raw erotic

moment he appears, all eyes turn to him, but he scans the cl

finger, sign

down and wal

lingerie," he says, eyes f

re," he

oom. The scent of cologne an

y seen on TV, greets him. "Hop

t to get better." He wraps an arm

her celebrity notes,

on a plush red couch, spreading his le

choke ou

r clothes, do

could stop it. "I...I mean...I w

voice dangerously low.

our clothes. Slowly," he

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

except fo

n ar

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d over.

y, I do a

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 pleasu

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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ing against me-his hard

e out, pushing

ot to learn,