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tw: slight sexual intercourse

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠:
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➙I wanna be your slave 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇

FOR THE FIRST time my heart accelerated like a bullet train. I eye the beauty in front of me, knowing that she is the Reaper. I thought my curiosity is now accomplished but no, it fuels further to capture the purple eye goddess.

Today I got to know that curiosity does kills a cat. I gaze at her and try to analyze like those intelligent analysts to cope up with any remarks except arrogance and full of herself. Her smile is dipped in honey and chocolate flakes make me want to lick them off, those unholy forbidden apples like that fucking Eve.

I thought when I will meet The Reaper, I will pull out my gun from the holster and shoot him. The huge giant-looking creature from Greek mythology, The Grim Reaper carrying a scythe from the combination of Chronus and Cronus but no, not this goddess carved from the burning ashes of Aphrodite. The vision I had in my mind of that man is now turned into a fucking seductress.

"Do you know the Reaper is a girl?" I shake my head. She pouts at me squeezing my cheeks where her acrylic nails force pleasure even if it hurts like cagna. "I expect answers from your mouth. I appreciate you have a beautiful voice that makes my panties wet." She hums making my throat dry. She is quite straightforward, unlike Aurora.

Aurora. My eyes widen when I remember my so-called lover's name. I am afraid of what I have become a few minutes ago. The shackles did provide a good resistance not to pull this puttana hair. I growl at her causing her to laugh. Così contagioso. I quickly snap out of my thoughts. Infectious? Really? Way to go to bed with your enemy.

"Do I look like I fucking care? Let me go. Who do you think you are?" She again laughs throwing her head in the air, arching her upper body forward, a delicious view of her beautiful chest. My cuffed hand wants to touch it. I want to knead, pull th- Aurora.

I close my eyes putting a vision of my lover and my army who were killed by the Reaper. "I like your stamina. Your name suits you. My Aristide, Aris, and tide, those large ocean waves, especially ones which are caused by either underwater earthquake or volcanic eruption. I like it when I can bring those tidal waves in your dark eyes." My wood stood erect like a fucker attending his marriage trying to grab the attention of his mate.

"A woman like you will be able to comment these shits while you restraint a fucking man. I think you do these shits always as it is a hobby of yours." She elicits a growl making me flinch slightly.

"You try to enter my brain by injecting these poisons but guess what? Newsflash, I already got them and you." She inserts the key in the hole as I sigh in relief when I heard the click sound. She looks down, her purple eyes turns darker. She tucks my hair harder "Be glad I am interested in you Leone or else you would have been accompanying your dead armies."

I take the advantage of her being between my legs as I trap her body around me making me do the flip so now I am on top of her and she is underneath me. "Vaffanculo. Mietitrice." She laughs maliciously making me look at her as if she raised a pair of horns and a tail, segno di una succube.

"I like it when you are above me. It will be easy to insert inside me." I scrunch my nose in utter disbelief at how blunt she can be. She still laughs at me and within a fraction of a second, she out turns me making me fall on the bed. "Never think of any distractions my luibo."

I snarl at her. "I am not a fucking himbo." She only smirks at me padding her thumb softly on my cheek and kiss both sides making me blush instantly.

"I like it with resistance, it allows me to feel powerful of how defeated you can be after losing a war I am turning behalf of mine." She licks the sweat that glistens my forehead. "Salty, I like it hoping the actual paste is tastier." She winks at me and the already strained boxer now wants to rip out of the material and show her his jewel.

"Get ready and come downstairs. I shall be waiting for you and no escape, mind you." With that, she walks out leaving me in the dark red lightroom.

I look around me to find a pile of clothes. I lift the black boxer and a white t-shirt. I walked inside the bathroom to change. Water drips my body as I sink myself thinking how to escape from here. I sigh rubbing my face and look aside to find a hidden razor.

I quickly take it and put it inside my pocket and walk out. I open the door of the exit only to find it is a different house. I scan the area but none was found similar, my mind still register the blueprint we accessed from an unknown underworld agent.

I sigh walking down the staircase when suddenly a kid rush towards me. The giggles are the only light that I found during the walk towards the darkness.

I kneel smiling at the brown-eyed princess. "Hi." I seak lightly. Her wide eyes filled with curiosity.

"Who are you?" Her voice is as light as a feather.

"Aristide." She scrunches her nose cutely making me kiss the button size.

"Ares?" I laugh at her given name. She looks so cute trying to remember my other half's name.

"What kind of name it is?" I smile at her.

"A name that my father gave me." And died while servicing his last duty call. Later, my mom had a panic attack but now she is fine. She is still wary of me as I indeed followed the same steps as my dead father.

She nods her head saying, "My father too gave me a name."

"And what's your name?"

"Vittoria."But it isn't she who told her name but the female behind her. We both turn to look at her who walk towards us.

"Mama." She bends down lifting her child. She looks at me with her brows raise.

"Who are you?" She is alert, alarmed seeing me even if I was unarmed.

"He is our guest, Bianca." This time it's she, the lady Reaper speaks. Bianca bows her head in respect towards her capo. "You can go back to the kitchen and prepare chicken soup for him and give me Vittoria I will take care of her." Bianca's eyes widen and she quickly shakes her head.

"No, it's okay capo I don't want you to carry any burden." She smiles at Bianca. From her back pocket, she pulls out a candy and offer it to Vittoria who quickly takes the candy and gives a sweet kiss on the capo's cheek making her smile widened.

"Burden? Never. You were never were a burden to me, Bianca, keep that in mind. I am grateful you came into my life, thank you so much." Bianca's eyes swell in tears and she hugs her tightly. Their bond made me already feel like an outcast. Bianca gives her daughter to the Reaper who happily embraced her. God! this is making me sick.

"Now go and make the soup." Bianca nods her head and again bowed her head and walked out.

She bounces Vittoria and looks at me. "Sit and let's talk about the actual matter shall we?" I eye Vittoria and then at her.

"In front of her?" She shakes her head and places a walker on her lap and offer the headphone to the kid.

"Isn't she too small?" She smirks at me. "Penses-tu que je vais lui faire part des sales pourparlers que nous aurons?" I look down feeling like a total shy guy from the fucking teenage movie.

[ french translation: Do you think I will let her know about the dirty talks we will have?]

"How come you know I understand French?"

She smirks rocking the child who happily sways her head in the flow of the unknown music. "You did order one of your French men to pull the trigger at the unknown Reaper."

"Let's get to the point and let me ask you as to why am I here? Don't you know that I may take advantage of the place and situation I am in?"

She lowers her upper body at me and whispers seductively. "Farò Una proposta per la mia troia."

[Translation: I shall make a proposal for my slut.]

My dick revolt is to be released by now. The crude words she implemented twitches my dick into attention. He wants to show how heavy and tasty the meat is. "And what proposal shall it be?"

"Be my man for six months." My breath stops by the word her man.

"Your man?" I whisper, my heart suddenly started comparing her to Aurora. She never told me that I was her man nor did she ever told me what her heart wants. I sigh looking down.

"And why shall I do this?" I fold my arms looking at her.

She smirks placing her phone in front of me and urges me to look down and I do. I open the PDF file. I scroll down and find my full information just one thing missing in my biodata and it's my finance.

What I like and dislike, my favorite color, the types of a brand I wear and for fuck sake she fucking got the size of boxer I wear. I glare at her as she smirks at me, she even knows many things which Aurora doesn't, like I love to paint, I do know how to dance contemporary and yeah I do love dominance more like to be dominated by someone.

My age, parents' name, from where I studied, my actual location to my house where I was born Aurora never knew. She knows a part of mine that I like to show, a sense of embarrassment washes over me as I look down in shame. Dance and paint are two types of hobbies I like to keep it myself and me being submissive is like a flood of shamefulness flowing through my veins.

"Non vergognarti di quello che sei. Sono quelli che ti rendono unico." She speaks softly smiling at Vittoria who smiles back at her slowing drifting off to sleep.

[Translation: Don't be ashamed of what you are. They are the ones that make you unique. ]

Bianca comes with the soup and takes her child and walks out not before thanking her capo. After they are gone out she says, "So tell me to be my man and expect the dark fantasy you stated." My craving for dominance finally got approved but shall I accept? Nope.

Isn't resistance too good to pull and watch how much it can extend itself?

I quickly pull the razor and slide it across her neck which somehow gets missed when she turns the other side making me scratch her cheek. She looks up at me smirking. "Aris-my-soon-to-be-tide, why are you trying to pull the resistance? I am not a parallel plate capacitor, I am allowing you to roam the adventure you want to have. That night I missed the feeling your eyes expressed and today I watched the same feeling swirling like tidal energy in your beautiful obsidian orbs."

I press the razor tightly at her neck putting minimal pressure enough to stay her put. "And what is it, Maestra?" I growled at her.

She moans putting her hand not to remove my grip but to tighten the hold I have on her neck. "I like it when you call me master, my pet, and to answer your question I witnessed the curiosity. The search of the magnificent treasure that no one had. Like a scientist in search of the output to his tests, you do one to put your theory and visions to test and I like to see the risk you take for your selfish pleasure."

She trails her fingers and tucks my hair roughly pulling me close to her face. "And I can show you that this adventure won't be worst but the best fucking choice you ever made in your life. I can show you a demo if you want to."

"Allora fammi vedere, capo." I purred. Never have I ever imagined the part of mine hidden for so long to come to the surface.

[Translation: Then show me, boss.]

She smirks looking at me. She made me stand up and kneel on the red carpet. And for the first time she made contact with my military army. I groan out loud when she touches it, more like tightening her hold over the boneless meat.

She slowly drags the boxer down enough to say hello to my junior. She pulls my cock causing me to jerk. My wide eyes find the purple-like passion fruit, so ripe but at the same time forbidden. No curiosity but amusement lie in her eyes as she pumped my cock.

"Dear Hitler, do make me fall for this cock." I could have laughed but didn't as my eyes close frequently when she sensually trails her nails around my balls, caressing it like they are meant for a show in the museum. The pride in her eyes is visible like a plain sheet.

My erect cock shyly drowns himself into the feeling and soon cries out in pleasure when she pinches the tip of the head. "Cazzo." I groan loudly. I thought she isn't good and is just flexing but damn, now I am the one paying for the blissful pleasure.

She slaps my ass making my soft skin jiggle. "I like your culo, my pet. Tomorrow we will definitely sign the contract and then you will be mine, mine to touch, mine to spank and fanculo mine only mine to fuck you like there's no tomorrow."

The hint of promise didn't get miss out. The thought of my lover vanishes and for the first time, I think about myself, only about me. I sigh in pleasure when she kneads my cock, rolling it up, and like a pendulum, it oscillates down meeting its earlier place.

She pumps slowly at first but soon it gets brutal when she pinches, slaps, and rolls it out of the limitations. "Fuck I am going to cum."

She doesn't miss a beat working furiously and when the seed is about to burst she pulls her hand away. She stands up while I stagger back and take the support of the couch and plop down. She smirks at me. "I hope you like my demo, my soon-to-be pet." With that, she walks out leaving me with my boner. I put my hand on my face and the flow of the river urge me to complete it in private.

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MEANING OF HIMBO: a man objectified by his good looks and presumed lack of intellectual qualities.
So, I have been thinking why not make a trailer for this book. And I fucking made it, lol.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYHoTaTx0LA

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