I'M the Mafia Leader

CHAPTRE 2

The woman shook her head trying to get rid of the uncomfortable dizziness.

After feeling better, the woman opened her eyes to see a foreign room that she did not know.

His eyes were rounded as he recalled what happened before he was drugged. ‘sial’ inner arin cursed the person who had already sold it.

Vanilla La Bella was thinking by holding her head, suddenly the door opened featuring a tall and handsome man.

Vanilla rounded her eyes when the man came in, was not the man who tried to save her but somehow she just left. And now that man bought it. 'Truly unfortunate fate Vanilla' again Vanilla mempatin to allocate his unfortunate fate.

The man sat down in a disopa facing him, Vanilla could only look down as the man continued to stare at her with a flat gaze. Arin peeks at the man.

Arsean well the man is back now he is looking at the goods he bought, Arsean himself inexhaustible how he could spend 500 dollars just for the woman who accidentally met him, Arsean himself was not sure how he could spend the money 500 dollars just for the woman who accidentally met him, and that was when he was with his lover who was fighting.

Arseqn stood walking towards the bed that Vanilla was in, and Vanilla grew nervous about it. Arsean rested himself on the side of the bed right in front of Vanilla.

the man drew his face closer to Vanilla he only gave a distance of 10 cm and it made the woman even more nervous and the arin retreated himself and was struck with the head of the bed. "what are you going to do?" vanilla asked with nervousness and fear.

"what's your name ?” said the pitched Arsean, Arsean was still busy staring intes yora face to the point that people held their breath. “I hate to repeat my words” again Arsean said that sentence without a tone you could say this is very cold.

Vanilla swallowed her coarse salivary she raised her head to look at the man in front of her with a gaze that was still overpowered by nervousness and fear. “Vanilla La Bella” Vanilla said in a voice that sounded a little hoarse.

Arsean who felt his question had been answered immediately distanced his face and an intimate gaze. Still with the same flat gaze Arsean took all the drinking water that was on the table not far from Vanilla's bed, Arsean gave the drink to Vanilla. Vanilla quickly took the drink and gulped it rough until it splattered on her lips.

Arsean can not be hypocritical that it was very sexy, of course invite his passion which 1 week has not been satisfied just because of the barandas nan damn it.

With a flash of Arsean moving the glass away from Vanilla's lips and kissing the woman, Arsean lost control he could not hold back his desire anymore.

Initially Vanilla fights off Arsean's kiss but her natural nature as a woman cannot resist what Arsean gives her. Sometimes Arsean stroked the neck alternately with a kiss given by a man who actually Vanilla did not know.

As Arsean tried to insert his object into Vanills' property, Vanilla closed her eyes neutralizing the sudden sense of tightness.

Arin's tears fell as Vanilla continued to try to enter him, the pain in his lower part was nothing with the pain he was feeling in his heart.

Arsean entered arin. Obviously Vanilla was increasingly rushing to shed tears when he felt a very severe pain at the bottom. Arsean wiped away Vanilla's tears.

They both enjoy what they do. In the morning when Vanilla woke up she found herself alone, not knowing where the people who had spent all night with her had gone. But can it be said to be forced when he enjoys ?.

“persetan” umpat Vanilla remembers what happened last night.

When he wanted to wake himself up to go to the bathroom, his intention was confined when he felt pain all over his body. And the next second was only a cry that Vanilla could do, now Vanilla felt disgusted at him for being the lustful gratifier of the person who had bought it because he was too trusting of someone.

“I'll never forgive you just look I'll repay you damn” the curse for someone who made it this way.

Of course the swearing was for his bastard lover who had sold him.

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[Friday, 07 January 2022]

Author: Aulia Safira Hamidah

Wtpd : Safira Auliya Hamidah

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