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The irresistible slow poison

|Stripper×Mafia boss×CEO| [Volume one: Heaven's hell] "On your knees," he said and she did as ordered. He tied a silk cloth around her eyes to make sure that she can't look at him while he fucks her. She feels disrespected every time he does this but who was she to deny him when he has her heart in his palms? "Can you kiss me today, please?" she begged but her begging didn't matter. It was only returned with a smack on her ass as a punishment. "You know that I don't kiss. Stop making silly demands or you can leave." "I am sorry, master." That's how it was; she wasn't respected enough, but still, she couldn't leave. He had her heart while she was just a booty call. She would endure everything just to get some more time with him but still, she wasn't appreciated. And when she finally decides to move on, he is on his knees, begging her to stay. And what was the 'so-called handsome CEO' doing in the orphanage where she goes every now and then? He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her. The once ignored girl was now being chased by two important figures and everyone started calling her 'The irresistible slow poison' On top of everything, the cute children were there to make things a thousand times better. Her besties were her protectors. They gave her so much happiness and love that she forgot all of her pain. Yet there's someone after her life. Unexpected things start to happen one after another. A book with diverse cultures, races, and love and full of angst. Fast-paced but also a slow burn. PS: the cover isn't mine.

gottastudyyyy · Urban
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powerful seductress

A silence could be seen in the room. Nobody dared to utter a sound, their whole focus on the girl standing confidently in the stage.

Elegance dripping from her attire, the confidence look in her eyes seemed to be screaming, "I know you want me but I am above of all."

Nobody saw someone pole dancing in such an elegant attire before. It almost felt like an art, a dance done by the goddess of love herself.

The way her curves moved and eyes traced everyone with confidence, nobody would ever imagine her to a insecure girl, even in their dream.

They have known her to be one of the most confident people they have ever seen.

When she finished dancing, everyone's eyes were still glued to her. Their mouth were open.

Her moves were seducing yet powerful.

"I never thought I would feel this inferior yet so seduced at the same time," someone from the crowd said and the person sitting next to him nodded his head, agreeing.