Forbidden Devotion
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I was nine when my father was murdered. He was twenty-one when he became my guardian. I was eighteen the day I gave myself to him completely.
God, that night. The way his body felt against mine—all hard muscle and burning heat, the kind of heat that made me lose my fucking mind.
His hands knew exactly where to touch, how to make me arch and beg and come apart beneath him.
The weight of him, t...
God, that night. The way his body felt against mine—all hard muscle and burning heat, the kind of heat that made me lose my fucking mind.
His hands knew exactly where to touch, how to make me arch and beg and come apart beneath him.
The weight of him, t...




















