My Playboy Is A Don Novels & Stories

I was now resting on my girlfriend's laps, on the floor. She was looking at my stomach and covering her mouth with her bloodied hands. Scott!!! She suddenly screamed my name again and her tears were overflowing. I heard her friend talking and it seems like she's calling for help. "Oh my God! Scott!" She whimpered like a baby and seeing her looking so miserable and scared, I felt regret. I have always been a Playboy and was proud of it. I was proud of it, because I'm aware I'm doing something wrong. I've embraced it, so I never felt guilty.

This was the same man who almost had his dick up in a woman not up to an hour ago. Marco dismissed the everyone apart from Carlos. "Why are you looking so amused, this is not funny. The chances of them attacking is very, E Dio sa se sanno cosa stiamo consegnando nel carico, fanculo l'ultima cosa di cui ho bisogno. è questo" Marco said unable to finish his sentence and Carlos said. "Ayyy Andrà tutto bene, abbiamo sempre un piano, possono venire saremo pronti per quelle fottute fiche.." He said.

I knew about Marco's ruthlessness, so of course they are well aware of who just came in. “How did you get in?” Pierre foolishly asked, there was slight hint of fear in his voice. Isn't it obvious? “The question should have been, how did you found our location?” Marco moves towards Pierre with strength that emanates from him with every move. “Daytime robbery in my territory, that's suicidal. A dangerous move for a next in-line Don.” Marco hissed. “Your territory?” Pierre scoffed mockingly. “Too bad you have too many snakes around you.”

I climbed to the very top of the box until I was face to face with him, and then I threw both of my hands into the air. "You complete moron, this is not a game for Pee Wees!" I yelled. We are not in our childhood! Are you fucking blind, or have you just been smoking crack all this time? "Get back in position," he whispered as he stowed the book away in his pocket again. "Get back in position." "Are you the fucking imbecile I think you are?" I made a fist of both hands. "Have you read the rule book, you fucking idiot?"

Big King’s eyes blaze with anger as he glares at me. “I wasn’t going to let him kill you,” I reply, my voice trembling as I try to calm my racing heart. He keeps me pinned for a moment longer, then finally relaxes as the sound of approaching bikes fills the air. I know Don has probably fled—after all, I shot his hand. He won’t stick around. "Don't do that again; this isn't ya fuckin' war, Robyn. It's mine, walk away next time." Is he serious? "It is my war! For years I was locked in that fucking club! He used me to get to the club. This is my war whether you like it or not!" I shout and he stays staring at me.

I said, closing the door behind me without looking back. Since being with Carlo, I had stopped attending parties altogether, just because he once said he hoped I would remain pure, loyal, and gentle. My friends noticed I had changed, and before long, they stopped inviting me to parties. They all knew I obeyed my boyfriend, the Don of the Carlione family. Now, I could finally go to a party with friends again.

I said and he laughed "When I like a girl , I always treat her special. No need to be a creeper like Tony" That interest me , I turned to him "Have you ever liked a girl? You're a playboy. Changing girls like changing clothes" "Of course Valentine.. I might be a playboy who makeout with tons of girl but I only have one girl here" He pointed at his heart and I laughed "How can you have one girl there while you're not even fighting for her? Instead of trying to approach her , you already give her a wrong idea by making out with other girls" I said and he sighed

But a playboy too has a heart. "Get on your knees now, and don't try to act over smart," he said while tugging his leather belt aside to reveal his angry shaft. " No" I said protesting as I gulped down the saliva in my throat. My throat was dry looking at his massive manhood. The man could get trophy for holding this beast inside him.

"You!" Tom Clarkson grinned brazenly. "My nickname is the notorious playboy. I always get my hands on those women that I have set my eyes on whether theyre socialities or virgins. And you are no different!"

My mother would probably have a heart attack if a sex tape of Don and me roleplaying my teacher/naughty student fantasy were released. As a woman taller and stronger than most men, I will openly admit to enjoying letting someone dominate me. Granted, it’s only ever been a fantasy. I didn’t trust any of my exes to take control. None had a strong enough will or personality for the role. While Don seems like a genuinely sweet and cuddly man, and I’ve only known him a short time, I’ve seen flashes of this determined, strong man, and fuck is that sexy.