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Lusting After My Stepson.
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“This is Wrong...”Daphne’s breath hitched softly but she could still feel his erect cock poking hard at her navel. Declan’s hand caressed her cheeks softly, his eyes holding so much desire. The desire to bend her over and fuck her till she can no longer move an inch. “I know..” his voice came out huskily, fueling the wetness that coated her thighs. “I do not need to be lectured Daphne, because I do not care. All I want to do is….” his eyes caressed every bit of her body then he leaned closer, his breath fanning the nap of her neck, slowly, he whispered hotly into her ear. “I do not care where this would lead us, Daph, but I do care about the language your pussy speaks and I want to fucking communicate it with my tongue.” Clogged in the web of revenge, Daphne had one goal for the past 15 years, to avenge her parent's death and take away the life of the man who killed her father, her sole aim was to marry him and be in charge of his existence and end his existence, but the existence of the Almighty Declan El Maximo puts a hindrance between her revenge as she is stuck between attending to the need of her body that only her step-son could control. A Dark Mafia Undercover romance, knitted with mind-blowing erotica, join me as I pen down this masterpiece.
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Lusting After My Stepson. Hidden agender
CHAPTER 3. Chapter 3. Daphne stared at the reflection of herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time. She waved the strand of her wine hair to the back of her ear while checking herself out in the mirror. She was dressed in an all-black designer crutch dress that had a sweetheart neck, and a nice waist-fitting. Her pair of nice earrings complemented her dresses as well as her heels. She picked up her purse and cast her reflection another look ready to storm out of the house but something occurred to her. She walked back and looked into the mirror, wondering what needed to be done next. “A shawl.” she figured out, pulling one from her wardrobe. She wrapped the expensive pashmina shawls around her neck before storming out of the house and heading to ‘The Nines Club.’****“Welcome ma'am.”The bouncer at the club door greeted her before proceeding to check her bag. “Thank you,” she whispered to them and walked off after being searched. Just like the night before she looked excep
Lusting After My Stepson. Fatal attarction.
CHAPTER 2. Author’s Pov. Declan sat on the blue couch in the famous shopping mall, Mecatro Centrale. The popular shopping mall In Sicily. He had a magazine in his hand as he awaited the arrival of Daphne who had gone into the changing room with the quest to find the most snatching outfit for the night. Declan had grabbed this magazine in a bid to keep himself distracted from the thoughts of Daphne that whirled into his mind, constantly invading his thoughts. The first dress she had come out in had a tempting slit that revealed a large part of her thighs and his hands itched to grab her flesh and squeeze gently on it, but he had asked her to change it. Once again, this magazine was not 10 percent close to reducing her thoughts away from his head let alone erasing them. “How do I look?” Daphne’s voice filled his ear for the third time, shattering his trance. Declan raised a gaze hoping to nod and walk off, but his eyes fell on the breathtaking sight of Daphne and his jaws t
Lusting After My Stepson. I want you, Declan.
CHAPTER ONE. Author’s Pov.Behind a black four-sided table was the perfectly, structured 5’5 feet tall, Daphne, who had her eyes glued to her screen while she constantly tugged the pathetic strand of her wine hair behind her ears. A few months back, Daphne had returned to Sicily, a city of crimes and mystic past, with the intention of eradicating the great ruler of the all-white Mafia clan and the second in command to her late father, Mr Damon El Barnabas. A man who stole her peace when she was barely 10 years old, leaving her in the hands of the cold street. On that day, he had barged into their house killed her parents, and buried her alive and she had managed to escape because it rained that day and the soil had loosened. For the past fifteen years, Daphine had single-handedly raised herself up, navigating her way through the struggles of life and pain. But she had sworn that she would have her revenge on this man and put an end to the shitty Mafia business. A knock came on
Lusting After My Stepson. PROLOGUE.
PROLOGUE.Daphne stood elegantly in front of the mirror, glamming her face up and admiring the reflection of herself the mirror gave her.Declan sat on the bed, his eyes hovering over Daphne's petite body. A smile crept its way to his face, as his eyes lustfully admired her elegant physic.“You have been staring lustfully at me, am I safe?” Daphne’s charming voice shattered his trance. She had been watching him from the mirror where she glammed herself up.“You are safe pretty, I am rather the lusty one here” his sexy octave sent shivers across her spine and she felt her inner churn at the exciting compliment. One she had grown so used to.In no minute. Daphne felt a familiar hard hand wrapped around her waist, as well as his breath fanning against the nap of her cheeks, and his captivating cologne invading the walls of her nostril.“What do you want now?” she inquired softly, trying to resist his intimidating aura.“You.” He replied hotly, nuzzling gently against the nape of her neck
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