The Mafia Lord And His Forbidden Princess (Book 2)
No one would save him.
Blood sprayed on the ground, while the bastard trembled and yelled and winced and grappled against my men and his restraints. Dropping the bloodstained chopper on the ground, I parted his mouth, pressing hard on the sides of his jaw, and shoved his cock into his mouth, stopping his helpless cries. He coughed and tried to spit it out, but I clasped a palm over his mouth.
“It’s always the one with the tiny dick,” I said, chuckling, and everyone in the room joined. Shame prickled the corner of his eyes at the mixed sounds of laughter echoing around him.
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