Bound By Blood And Marriage
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"No sex," I stammered, but my nipples hardened against the silk robe as he watched. Marco chuckled darkly, stepping closer until I could smell his musk and expensive whiskey. "You're shaking, Sofia. Is it fear?" He brushed his thumb over my trembling lip, then trailed it down to my cleavage, hovering just above my aching breasts. "Or are you wet for the monster?" He didn't kiss me. He just let me ...




















