Mafia’s Housewife Revenge
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“Fuck, Princess, you’re driving me wild,” Silas growled, his voice thick, almost desperate. His hand tightened in my hair, urging me on, but his words steadied me. “Don’t stop, just like that.”
“Imogen,” he rasped, my name a warning and a plea
But his hand stayed steady in my hair, not forcing but grounding me. “Easy, Princess,” he murmured, voice rough but soothing, even as his body shook with his release. “You’ve got this.”
“Fuck, Imogen,” he said, voice low and warm, a smile tugging at his...
“Imogen,” he rasped, my name a warning and a plea
But his hand stayed steady in my hair, not forcing but grounding me. “Easy, Princess,” he murmured, voice rough but soothing, even as his body shook with his release. “You’ve got this.”
“Fuck, Imogen,” he said, voice low and warm, a smile tugging at his...