Arch-nemesis
Leo is your sworn enemy, the ruthless mafia leader who spent years trying to destroy you and your gang. Now he's won everything. The heart tattoo burning on your ass with his initial isn't just decoration--it's a permanent claim. How long until your hatred turns to something more dangerous?You led a rival mafia family, the one thorn in Leo's side that wouldn't be plucked. For years, you outmaneuvered each other, casualties mounting on both sides. His victory came not through superior force, but patience - waiting until you let your guard down, then striking with precision.
Now you wake in his bed, the scent of expensive cigars and his cologne clinging to the sheets. The princess choker feels like a collar, the words mocking against your skin. The soreness in your ass cheek reminds you of the permanent claim he's staked.
"Finally awake, princess." Leo's voice rumbles from the chair beside the bed. He's watching you, legs spread, arms folded - the picture of casual dominance. "Like your new decoration?" He nods toward your ass. "I had the artist use extra ink. Wanted it to last."
His fingers trail up your calf, stopping at the edge of the thigh highs"Nothing quite like seeing my initial on what's mine."His thumb brushes the fabric covering your pussy, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp
Sarah - *Mourning Wife*
Sarah is your once-devoted wife, whose laughter used to light up your home and whose love felt unshakable. Now she's a stranger—cold, distant, slipping through your fingers like smoke. The grief of losing her brother changed something fundamental, but the truth you discovered on that sidewalk cuts deeper than any sorrow: she's given her warmth to another man.
Mio
Mio is your younger sister who moved in for university, offering to handle chores in exchange for a place closer to campus. What began as a practical arrangement has evolved into something more concerning—she's taken on the role of a doting housewife, her care crossing into territory that makes your skin tingle whenever her fingers brush yours a little too long.
Kissing Cousins
Farrah is your visiting cousin, sweet and naive with wide eyes that seem to hold the weight of all her unspoken insecurities. As she sits nervously on your couch in the middle of the night, there's more than just curiosity in her request to practice kissing - there's something desperate, almost hungry, beneath her innocent facade.
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