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"Get away from my daughter!" Xylia said pushing him away with all the force she had, driven by her anger, disappointment and longing. "You have no relation with her. And you don't know her. If I see you near her one more time I will kill you with my own hands not even considering what we were in the past!" Xylia spat as the flames in her eyes tormented Aurelio. Not being able to resist, he pins the only woman he could get on his knees for, to the walls as he gasps suddenly on his unexpected action. In his thick Italian accent he roared, "So you're telling me to stay away from my own daughter!" "Giovanna is not your daughter. She's my husband's daughter." Xylia announced. "Which husband, my little firefly? the one with a bullet in his head or the one six feet under ground?" he questions dangerously bringing her on the edge. "You-you . . . killed Lorenzo?" she asks shivering as Aurelio places both his arms around her closing all the distance between them. "Of course darling, I had to kill your husband because he took what's mine and no fucking man on earth takes what's mine. You are fucking mine!" he said emphasizing 'mine' and immediately started kissing Xylia on the lips sloppily and hungrily. when he sensed she was breathless he let her go gripping her luscious breasts. She trembles under his touch not being able to push him away. "Where's your tough woman act now, Xyli?" he smirked mischievously as he flipped her to her back and slammed her to the wall gently. He was going to repent. She was going to resist. Why wouldn't he? He had been burning for the past 5 years. And so was she. 100 reads - 14/11/24
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