Owning The Mafia Don- The Other Mafia Don

put out my hand to reach for my husband. It was c

ds. I sat up slowly and looked around me. My short shift had ridden up d

w him, standing still and oblivi

head, I r

. He was staring out through the blinds, his thoughts far away and I stepped up be

e was a brooding quality about Gaston. He would stare into space

suffered abuse of one kind or the other. While Gaston’s mother had been a cheap prostitute, Shark had had an alcoholic father who had s

t to kill me, which was why Gaston had shot him dead, was a huge weight on

ng to scoop me into h

ver his chest, leaning forward to lick his fla

continued my ministrations, my hands busy wi

desire as I slid to my knees before

ight, his pale blue eyes hot with wa

ou want t

st

shown him how to love and as she waited on her knees before him, the classic pose of a submis

she was sleeping. He caught his breath sharply, the sig

range feeling of possessive pleasure in knowing that they were his, this magnificent woman, their children. He had claimed her for his when she had been eighteen years of age and he had ready been in his late thirt

ion, the trust, the love shining in he

erved a man who would love and cherish her, a man who worked an ordinary

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whom she would also hav

all he could think of was to hold her down and violate her sweet pus*y. he wanted to use her to satisfy himself for th

ble body to slake his hunger for her which he knew was bottomless. This woman held him in the palm of her little h

a monster who only knew ho

d

holeheartedly. Asking

p

n the set of his mouth as his lips twisted cruelly. I knew that I should be afraid of the smouldering an

ing in fear of any harm coming to

I could assuage the pain he carrie

when he was with me but sometimes, when we were in bed

was un

ved

for anything he