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"Please, Bucky!" "Oh, angel. You know that's not what you're supposed to call me. I thought you wanted to be a good girl for me, but l guess not. Do you want me to punish you, is that it? I was going to make you feel so good, but now think I'll hurt you instead." I stifle a moan, but he notices it. "Would you like that? You warnt to feel my palm against your ass," his tone made a chill run down my back. "I'm sorry, sir" I quickly spoke, fearing what his punishment would be like, but also more interested than I should have been. He must have noticed because he smirked, and bit the inside of my thigh hard. I here would surely be bruises tomorrow. "Aghh," I cried out. Shhhh," he hushed me. My breathing was ragged. He kissed the spot that he bit and sucked on it gently. I moaned into the pillow next to my face. ****** Willow always liked bad boys, but never encountered a real "bad boy". When she catches Buck's eye--the New York mafia Don--everything changes. He brings out a darkness within her while she brings out the light in him. Bucky shows Willow a new type of pleasure she never felt before, and she gives him warmth that he has always been a stranger to. Willow must decide whether she can handle the true darkness of Bucky's life of crime, or cater to her own darkness.
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