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2024-10-29 19:42:56A few agonising weeks later.....
BAAAANNNGG!!!!
The furious crackling sound rips through the room, and I watch as the man who stood before me, pleading for mercy on his soul, collapses to the ground.
The office doors burst open, men flood in one by one, angry expressions marring their features. When I turn to face them, the gun I'm holding slips from my grasp due to my trembling fingers, landing with an echoing thud on the floorboards.
I raise my hands, covering my mouth as I try to muffle my cries of shock, and I turn back around to face the poor man I've just killed.
His lifeless blue eyes peering back at me, his face contorted with a pleading expression and blood pooling around his head.
My heinous crime is on full display in front of Trent's army of goons.
"I...I..I. you." I stammer, my eyes overflowing with tears as I look at Trent.
"Indeed, Mila, the gun was loaded, and you have just assassinated th
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"Posso essere il tuo angelo che ti protegge dai tuoi incubi" (I can be your Angel that protects you from your nightmares.) He mutters in my ear and his silky voice causes my eyes to seal themselves shut as I focus solely on the words he is saying, not the heat that emanates off his body. "O il bastardo che trasformerà quegli incubi in realtà." (Or the bastard that will make those nightmares a reality.) I slowly turn around in his embrace. I look up into his ocean baby blue eyes and I feel myself drifting away. The fear. The torture. All of the broken promises sworn to me leaves a tangled web of turmoil
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"Oh, just six teeny, tiny, minutes." I sing out in an airy tone. "Do you think you can control yourself for a full seven minutes, husband?" I breathe out, liking how it sounds as it rolls off the tip of my tongue"Are you trying to unman me?" His jaw ticks."Would it only take six minutes?" I raise an eyebrow, running my hand down my torso between my breasts."Fuck.." He breathes out, "Are you sure you want this tonight? Do you want me to fill you with my hands caressing every inch of your tempting body after-""I'll be yours to use for your enjoyment. My body is yours to use however you please." I breathe with excitement.His jaw locks, his eyes don't leave my breasts and every muscle in his delicious body tenses. I straddle him, "Your six minutes start now."I place my hands on his shoulders and I slowly start to grind against his swelling cock. "That didn't take long, dear," I whisper into the shell of his ea
