[COMPLETE] [MATURE CONTENT] [MAFIA BOOK]
Just like the astronomical event she's named after, Nova is one of a kind. Since the age of 6 she's trained to be what she is now: a fighter and of that , a very good one. But now she's stuck working for her...
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Her lips were soft and they fit against mine like she was made for me. Like I was made for her. I took my hand from the side of her face and moved it to her waist, gripping the curve of it.
I pushed her closer to me with the hand on the back of her head, impossibly close. So close if we were closer, I would be inside of her head.
She fought for dominance, like I imagined she would all the times I pictured kissing and fucking her which was many, many times.
She was feisty and dominant but hell was I going to let her take control over me, not now. I finally get my chance to have all of her, every inch and that means I need control over her.
I bit her tinted bottom lip just enough that she would gasp and when she did, I took control by exploring every inch of her mouth with my tongue.
She moaned into the kiss, her hands finding them selves on my shoulders and around my neck with one of them in my hair; it just made me need her more but I couldn't have her all at once, I had to be patient and enjoy this a little longer.
The red material of her dress stopped me from touching the skin of her waist. I took my hands, angrily ripping the dress through the middle, my hands instantly went to her smooth skin.
