The Mafia's Little Raven

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king a curve, it isn't just scary, it's like a punch to t

the worst part is that his eyes are like glass with

wave of fear w

feeling too soft way too luxurious

to look with my breath feeling stuck, li

to happen, I can see his pants been stretched tight, his crotch growing harder, my

, I just stayed there like a statue while I stared, sh

I'm his sister, not something he would ever thi

ke it might leap out of my chest and back on t

d then the play knife practically breathin

life depends on it, cuffed

into mine, like he's looking right through me, seeing all the fear

f things had gotten to her makes the air feel heavy, making m

oom still feels same. That heavy electric feeling

obably

e lace of what I'm wearing and I swear I feel a

t as his finger, just the very tips at first trails lig

a jolt of p

to

own my spine but...my skin still

the damn cuff holds me firm, a reminder of who

gh me, making my skin crawl as I try shifting back, At least he was

hs, sending a fresh wave of heat rushing through me as my

uses, his gaze dropping to my lips for a fleeting sec

a little higher, closer to where I don't want th

against my ear, making the t

ssessive and absolute with nothing for me to say, I

then his tongue, a quick hot flick traces the line of my jaw sending this shove all the w

feel of it, at the sa

n, the play knife still ther

cube, fixing one between his teeth, his eye

lace, all pure and c

ght over that super sensitive skin on my in

gasp my breathing hooking in my throat,

han earlier today, a messed up confusing mix o

ittle, seeing how much my body is respo

my throat as I move shaking. He shoots a dark star

held firmly between his teeth, his word sligh

ter off his lips, his dark eyes holding mine cap

a slow deliberate line up my calf as the ice me

my skin is alive with ev