Forbidden Pleasures: Secrets & Scandal

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nning; give me politicians begging fo

ting for my guard to bring my umbrella. The rain hadn't stop since afternoon. I climbed into the back of my

londe, her breasts full in nature just as I liked them. She smelled sweet and looked very eager t

tortion," she purred, bu

ion," I corrected, th

ows and puddles that looked like oil slicks. Anton kept his speed stead

past her thigh revealing her laps. Her sequins scratching my trousers, as she pressed her lips to my jaw slowly unz

n't fo

inst the leather to allow Annabel please me. Rain drummed on the roof like applause. I loosened my tie; she took it as permission. H

as I groaned in pleasure. For what seemed like five minutes or more

hroat," I groaned a bit louder, making

t to cum,

d under the seat, glass shattering somewhere. Annabel's

hoved her b

on's voice crackled through the intercom: "Boss-I

he damn

rella to go outside. Annabel adjusted her lipsti

shoes splashed deep. The headlights carved a lit

wned chick. Knees scraped raw, dark hair plastered to her cheeks. She wasn'

swerved. She must've fain

rain stabbing my neck

if storm clouds ever begged for mercy. She looked straight

d me in the ribs

always ask. Names

oved. Nothi

nes sharp under soaked clothes. Her cheek fell

doorway. "You cannot be seri

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e of-" She gestured t

w you'r

re in French and English, heels clicking. She'd

pping, hair covering her face. She shiver

It swallowed her. She curled into the warmth instinctively. Crazy

sir?" Ant

uestions at public ER. I didn't li

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buzzed-Annabel texting fury emojis and something abou

I could feel her boobs soft touching my laps close to where my cock lay. Her barefoot toes pal

uld dump a kid

y father. Devil

ble under the rain, Dad's boot on my shoulder because

me to be str

often to this fragile

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ken sound, almost a word. I l

whispered in an

felt stupid. Nothing in my

I had been taming due to her hard nip

laxed. She might have touched it by mis

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gray hair flat from the sprint in the rain. "Hypothermic. Minor lacerations. Possible fracture

ce," I r

aid enough

d by a guard, mascara streaking down cheeks. "Marco, t

smile. "Get th

street rat over me?"

aking noise." I replied my eyes

led her-he'd escort her home, then she'd vanis

kitten lay under warming blankets. Pale lips, dark la

rted an IV. She looked e

arge everything to my Rome accoun

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eft. The hallway smelled l

I stil

nobody had looked at me li

glass. Ridiculous gestur

running. If she was trouble-and life taug

watched h

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d; hair half-dry. The rain had eased to drizzle. Ci

n the mirror. "

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lled

ther: Why did she run? Who bruised her? And why did I care mo

n-tired, faint smudge of lipstick still o

your enemies, pleasure without a

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back and let the city blur, but somewhere in