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What just happened?

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What just happened?

I was pacing around in the room thinking of the events of tonight.

Not only did I get kidnapped, sold to a hot mafia boss, caught touching myself by said mafia boss, but I agreed to become her wife.

In. One. Night.

My face was still red ever since she left the room. Her scent still lingering around me.

My feelings were overpowering me. I couldn't stand still. I'm overthinking so many things.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I wanted to hit something.

And also what did she mean by she was going to "torture my ex." Jackson? Is she talking about Jackson?

Not that he doesn't deserve it but still, torture?

This woman was crazy hot. I mean crazy. She's crazy.

What the hell did I agree to?!

I couldn't get the image out of my head

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I couldn't get the image out of my head.

Her head thrown back, the tiny droplets of sweat sliding down from her jawline to her neck. The heavenly sounds of her panting and moaning. Her legs spread open under the sheets, her hand in between.

Fuck.

I could give her that and so much more if she let me.

I meant what I said to her. I'm a player but I don't dare play with something as serious as marriage. I would treat her- no, I would make her my queen. All she has is mine and all I have is hers. The only thing she needs to do is be mine.

I felt my member twitch in response to my thoughts. That was not good, especially at this time and place.

I needed to clear my head and concentrate but I couldn't, not after that.

How could I? She was so perfect. Slim body with a perky butt and big boobs, on the shorter side. Smooth brown wavy hair that complimented her features perfectly.

I've slept with many, many, many women, but none like her.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the dining of the elevator signaling that I reached the basement.

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