The Mafia Don's Obsession
“What is it?’ he growled in annoyance and then stopped.
The voice that replied was the husky, tempting, oh-so-seductive voice of the woman he
dreamt of every night.
Hila Zaidi. The Israeli Assassin who had become his obsession, his lover.
She was like poison, he told himself, his breathing quickening. She had gotten into his bloodstream.
“Pretty Boy,’ she breathed in that husky way, and he knew that she was laughing at him. He had a sudden vision of how she had looked as she had ridden him, atop of his lean and muscled physique, as he held her locked on himself, his thick c*ck buried up to the hilt in her, while her small breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts. Any other woman would h
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