My five husbands by Loren rivera (good english books to read .TXT) 📕

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Nora woke up one day in a mansion with five billionaire husbands!!!
Nora:
An innocent girl,19 years, extremely submissive, loving,caring and sweet.

James:
First husband, 23 years ,Dominant,doctor.

Shawn:
Second husband,22 years, switch,painter.

Daniel:
Third husband,25 years,sadist,architect.

Joseph:
Fourth husband,22 years, sadist,actor.

Ron:
Fifth husband, 24 years,Dominant,businessman.

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‘Come on, Sarah. One more, please,’

"No," I said as I tried to get away.

"Please." He pouted as he leaned in.

"Okay, one last!" I said trying to act stern.
He quickly nodded.

My eyes watered.

We leaned into each other but again our noses bumped with each other, and we giggled together.

"One m—" he started but I cut him off as I placed my hand over his mouth.

Chest tightened as pain confine my heart and squeezed it.

"No more, I wanna sleep!" I yawned as he nodded.

He picked me up and sit on the couch, with me on his lap. I curled into him as he wrapped his arms around me.

"But one more.." He pouted as he kissed my nose.

"You're very endearing when you are half asleep," he nuzzled his nose in my hair and put my head on his chest.

"I love you, Matty," I whispered as I felt myself fall into a dark abyss.

"I love you, it was always you."

His hands grabbed my bottom and squeezed it.

"Thinking about that lover boy will not bring him back," I heard him growling.

Do I care?

No.

"You are wrong, I'm glad I've spent so many wonderful moments with him. He will always be in my heart." I whispered, accepting the reality.

The last thing I saw was his face as his red eyes flowed with fury. The last thing I heard was someone knocking loudly on the door. The last thing I felt was free and my body being lifted. The last thing I know was, Mathew was dead.

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