He claimed my innocence three years ago. Now he’s determined to take all of me.
When Francesco Arturo helped me escape an unwanted arranged marriage three years ago, I didn’t know he was the underboss of the most powerful mafia organization in New York.
I was just an eighteen-year-old virgin on the run, and he was the handsome savior mesmerizing me with eyes the color of the Aegean Sea before carrying me off to his bed to make me his.
He could have taken my innocence that day, but he didn’t.
I gave it to him.
But this isn’t a fairy tale. When that perfect night came to an end, I was still the daughter of a Chicago crime boss with a father set on marrying her off to whatever vile man paid the most.
Now he’s finally found a suitor for me, but there is something the brutal bastard doesn’t know.
I already belong to someone else, and he’s coming to take me back.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 86,800 words
His expression positively evil, he dragged his tongue down my abdomen, rolling the tip around my belly button, acting as if he had all the time in the world. If only I could reach his cock, I’d make certain he had other things on his mind than just teasing me. The heat continued to build between us, every nerve standing on end. Saying I was lost was an understatement.
When he breathed a swath of hot air across my pussy, I almost lost it, my toes curling and goosebumps now popping across every inch of my body. I tossed my head back and forth as he continued to keep full control, lowering his head, sticking out his tongue then pulling back.
After he repeated the action three times, I grabbed a fistful of his hair, pushing down his head. His deep baritone laugh filtered into the small space, echoing as did every other sound.
A brutal smack of his fingers against my slickened pussy was obviously a reminder that I had to follow his rules.
“Three years is a long time, I see,” he said in husky voice, the gravelly sound creating a wave of vibrations.
“Too long. Who are you?”
I was shocked either one of us could be playful, but as had occurred before, spending time with him was easy, as if we’d known each other for a long time.
As if we were soul mates.
“Let me remind you, sweet dove, that I own you. That means you follow my rules. Period.” As if to reiterate, he smacked my pussy three times in rapid succession. The pain was instant yet adding to the yearning.
Every sound I muttered was just as animalistic as his. I couldn’t help but grin as I watched his expression go from playful to famished, his nostrils flaring and his jaw clenching seconds before he dropped his head again, darting his tongue around my clit several times.
“You know what happens if you disobey me.”
“Uh-huh,” I managed, almost ready to push him as I’d done all those years ago, but I was far too intoxicated with his scent, the burning need driving me to the point of madness.
“Tell me you’ll be good.”
I bit my lower lip and he cracked his fingers down two more times, the sting creating an explosive wave of heat. “I’ll be a very good girl.”