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-Seems like things are better when forbidden~ Kiana Lede. •In which an exotic dancer/stripper finds herself in an entanglement with a millionaire who also happens to be her ex. "You think I never knew that you were my private dancer." he says. "I didn't know I thought I was doing a good job at hiding my identity." I say and he chuckles. "I made you my private dancer for a reason." "Why?" "You think I want other men to see what's mine." "I'm not yours you are married for heavens sakes." "So?" "So it means focus on your marriage and wife and let me do my job as a private dancer and go home afterwards. No need to overcomplicate our lives even more." I say. "I know you want this just as much. You may deny it but your body says otherwise." he says. I hate the fact that he is right but I can't give into temptation like this he is a married man and those kind of men are off limit and isn't he supposed to be angry at me for breaking his heart the way I did? "So are you in or out?" he asks. I know he knows my answer and i know I shouldn't agree but I can't help it. "Yes." I whisper. What am I getting myself into? "You usually moan louder than that when I'm pounding into you." he says and i feel my cheeks heat up. "Yes dammit." I answer and he chuckles. "No need for the violence sthandwa sami i know you love all of this." I roll my eyes. (my love.) I hate that his right. I despise that i adore him this much when I know i shouldn't. ○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○● •DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, DEPRESSION, VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING AND TORTURE. •Hope you read and enjoy the book ♡ •If you do not like slow burns don't bother reading it •Started: 11 February 2024. •Finished: •Edited: ☆All names, characters and places are fictitious. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.
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