"Fuck.." I moan as my feverish skin makes me dizzy with lust.

[Yes.] "Evet, Mila. You make me want to ravage you when I should be disgusted by the thought of even touching you." He mutters. "But I'm not. Instead, everything about you makes me mad with desire and I can not control it. God's, I tried to but I don't want to anymore." He removes his hand from the wall, wrapping his fingers around my jaw and he forces me to stare up at him.

"You've already had a taste of me and one taste is all you get." I swallow loudly, throwing his words back at him.

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When it comes to my prince charming, my life has been anything but a fairytale.

The Esposito family robbed me of all I held dear to my heart. From the depths of my dignity to the depths of my son. I was living in continual terror; my body, as well as my trust and beliefs, were being exploited.

Until one fateful day, I gained the strength to flee, dashing into an Irish bar and meeting a Turkish man. I stayed with him for the night before being compelled to return to the house of terrors.

After being thrown down a flight of stairs 37 weeks later, I gave birth to my son. I knew who the father was the moment my son's gaze met mine, but I opted to keep it to myself.

However, destiny had other plans for me, and I begged my son's biological father for protection as I fled the Italian mafia.

We will work together to rescue our son and demolish their network, all while finding love along the way.

My name is Mila Starkk, and this is my Screwed Up Love Story.

C68 Chapter 68