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๐‡๐ž๐ฒ! ๐“๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐‚๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ž๐ง ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐ข๐ง๐ค. ๐‚๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐Ž๐ง ๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐“๐จ ๐‹๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง ๐€๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Œ๐ž ๐€๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ ;)



Hello! I'm ๐‘จ ๐‘ต ๐‘ฎ ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ณ ๊จ„! I'm an amateur author currently writing my first book called 'Craving Elijah'! I am Dominican-American and I live in the United States. I am currently nameless and ageless since I don't want to disclose that information yet.

My side book is called โ€˜Sebastianโ€™



Craving elijah


I clench my eyes shut trying not to focus on him-thrusting his hips forward, up and down, making sure to know he really is affected.- I shake my head desperately trying to get those thoughts out my head.

"Do you feel that?" I gulp trying to find my words. I nod instead since at this moment they are nowhere to be found. I guess he didn't like that since he dug his nails into my waist putting more strength and focus into dragging his hips up and down.

"Answer with words, baby. I want your words."

My resistance is thinning out every time he speaks in that low, husky voice.

I must have forgotten to answer him because the next thing I know I'm being pulled into the next bathroom stall (which I think is the handicap one) and pushed against a wall.

"Fuck." I moan out.

"Watch your fucking mouth." And I did. I snapped my mouth shut cause the way he's touching me makes me want to never let him go.

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Elijah Moretti. Ruthless, unable to love, Italian Boss. Strays away from his family ever since his ex. And his past. Spends his day in his office and goes home. His everyday routine and it doesn't seem boring until the gorgeous woman in white. But has he seen her before?

Will she have the power to make him forget his past? Or will she make everything worse?



sebastian


๊จ„๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐š๐ง ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐‡๐š๐ ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐“๐š๐ค๐ž๐ง ๐€๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐…๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐‡๐ข๐ฆ โ€ข ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐–๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐–๐š๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐–๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐…๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ๊จ„
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"Why don't you shove your sorry ass apology up your ass, and then maybe, just maybe I won't hate you, Hmm?
How does that sound? Amazing right!" He says looking at me like im not even a person, like maybe I deserved it.

"Oh are you going to cry like you always do." He says chuckling . "Your a fucking joke. Iโ€™m done with your lies, Aaliyah."

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๐€๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ฒ๐š๐ก ๐’๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ ๐จ (22) - ๐‘๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐‡๐ž๐ซ ๐๐š๐ฌ๐ญ

๐’๐ž๐›๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ง ๐ƒ๐ž ๐‹๐ž๐จ๐ง (28)- ๐’๐ž๐ž๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‘๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Ž๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐–๐š๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐›๐ฅ๐ž

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"๐ˆ ๐‹๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ˆ๐ญ, ๐’๐จ ๐ˆ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐ž."
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