FORCED INTO THE DON'S BED
His fingers were already at the lace between my thighs when he pushed me against the marble vanity, breath hot, voice darker than sin, his arousal pressing against my throbbing core.
"Open your legs for me, Mrs Valentino."
He didn’t wait. He plunged into me roughly, his mouth trailing down my neck like he owned it. I hated the way my body arched for him. I hated even more that he smirked when it did.
I was supposed to be terrified, not trembling for the man who forced a ring onto my finger two days after abducting me.
Before Dante Valentino touched me like that... before he whispered filth and promises into my ears, I was Valentina Morrison: a quiet girl, psychology graduate,
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