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My Flower
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Ongoing, First published Jul 06, 2023
Mature
"Enzo, this is wrong. I love, Andrew...I can't do this to him," I muttered, trying my hardest to resist my urges.

"He doesn't have to know," Enzo whispered, biting my ear.

His hand trailed down my body, stopping at my already damp panties, "Besides,  he doesn't touch you the way I do. Does he?"

"No...he doesn't." I admitted, despite myself.

"Exactly," he said, pulling me into a deep kiss and I knew.

I knew I couldn't resist him any longer.

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π“†©κ¨„οΈŽπ“†ͺ  In which a married woman meets a ruthless mafia boss who develops a dangerous obsession for her, his flower.

Rankings: 
#1 forcedlove 
#1 cartel 
#1 dominate
#1 illegal
#2 abusivecontent
#2 captive 
#3 cruel
#3 abducted 
#4 ruthless
#4 darkthemes
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