Kidnapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Mafia Don

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e the carpet, it will be your body that we roll up in it. "Lance," I murmur, the name gentle and menacing on my lips, "one

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feet. The girl straightens her clothing and gathers

tills or the entrances and exits. A dozen hazy screens, just her. Occasionally, the universe provides you with solutions to your issues. "Lance has the terrible habit of touching things that are not his." "

iminal enterprise, had only one child, Contessa Lovera. She has hand-delivered herself to her family's foes and is my biggest rival's biggest weakness. Her expression shifts from one of confusion to one of icy, determined comprehension. Perhaps I wouldn't have recognized her on a security screen if she weren't so stunning, if her soft, lovely face didn't display her lineage like a war banner. But this woman's identity is undeniable. We are two wolves spotting one another in a herd of tamed dogs. I recognized her at first sight. She is the ideal, beautiful bundle that contains the answers to all of my issues. Lance has poor luck and good taste. She lifts her neck to meet my eyes and looks. Though she doesn't dare breathe, she also doesn't cower. I see more than just terror in the black sparkle in her eyes. I want to taste the heat of that emotion on her slightly opened lips and find out what it is. My thoughts become gloomy and feverish just looking at this female, and my veins begin to heat up. I always get what I desire. That's my nature by necessity-and now I desire only one thing. I desire her. I want her ruined, pinned down, and spread wide. I want to watch how those lovely eyes roll back as she comes, feel how her thighs shudder when she's pushed to the verge. I want her to ride on my cock and get broken in my arms. "I am not Lance

ou-just write a fucking check and get shipped one." I could, in theory. "I'm afraid they don't carry what I'm looking for." With her ripped clothes, tits out, and expanding with each breath, she finally surrenders. Just to see her gasp, I cup one in my hand. "Avoid-" "You enter my domain and follow my guidelines, princess. I own everything here. That now includes you. "My pals-" "Will be able to leave here without getting hurt at all." Contessa, that's the greatest bargain I can give you. "It's just Tessa," she spits and slaps my hand away. "I always thought that name would make you feel ashamed as an adult. Don't you think Contessa is a good fit for the heir to a dying dynasty? No one still views your family as royalty. Therefore, the father must go ahead and give his daughter a royal fucking title. The final frantic gasp of a fading empire attempting to recall its heyday. "Look, none of that is known to me! I have no interest in my father's business. We don't communicate. I'm not as powerful as you believe. Your time is