Forceful pleasures: Subjected to the Don
I moaned — long, broken, my fingers dug deep in his chest.
He moved — deep, rolling thrusts that made me arch.
“Say it again,” he growled.
“I’m yours,” I gasped.
“Louder, Cucciola mia.”
“I’m yours.” I gasped.
He fucked me harder — possessive, relentless — hand on my stomach, thumb stroking where his child grew.
“You’re mine,” he rasped.
“Every inch.
Every breath.
Every fucking heartbeat.”
I shattered around him — crying his name, nails raking his back.
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