Lahat ng Kabanata ng Protecting My Mafia Princess: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Mmm.....Trinity Stone.....My worst nightmare has now just become the reason why I am sitting with a somewhat uncontrollable itch. It has taken me a few adjustments, but I think I have it under control. But then I go and think of her and the lack of basic necessities, and then it is a raging war in my pants all over again......But then I take her. I place my hand rather roughly and hard down onto her knee. I want her to feel me, and I want her to feel it hard. I want her to whimper every time she thinks of me touching her. And as I slowly slide my hand up her long slender leg, it is the softness of her skin, the tenderness, and her smell that sends me even closer to the edge. With every glorious inch, my hands creep up her thighs until I have my fingers tan

This woman is cunning. I saw straight past those seductive lips when she asked for help to carry these bags that are as light as feathers. What I did not expect this little minx would do is slam the door shut...But......She forgot slipping is my second nature. She did not see past my lips to notice that I was going for the door and not that tight ass...pity...I would have loved to feel it and have Vic waiting downstairs to cut my eager grabbing paws off...

...Fuck......Trinity Stone......Hotter than hell......Tastes even better...

...Fuck...That...Hurt......But......Karlo Castaneda...The goddam asshole just punched me in the face...And I...

I am going to lose Trinity before I have even found her...Ya...I just said that...This girl has crept under my skin...And fück! that is where she will stay......I am screwed...But I will be there when she shall be going to Karlo, and right now that is all that matters...but...I will cut him to pieces if he even breaths on her....Trinity Stone is mine...Well, I am making her mine...I am taking her to my place...I am not just going to fück her...I am going to take my sweet time...fuck that cake...So as we pull up into my driveway, she gives me a nervous smile. I don't think I have made it a secret as to why we are here. And it is with no hesitation that she takes my hand as I lead her inside.And inside...I skip that couch...I am taking her straight to the room. We come to a stop at the foot of the bed, and I turn to her; those deep brown eyes tell me so many stories, but what they tell the most is that she wants me just as much