Chapter 183. The Party

Proserpina

My mafia don was like an animal in heat as he took me that day. All the pent up frustration he had been holding back, erupted fiercely. He did not hurt me, there was no deliberate violence, but he was rough. Not uncaring, never. He made sure that I was also experiencing pleasure, using his hands and mouth to transport me to exquisite heights.

But I could sense something more, a need to prove something. Prove what, I thought wildly as he made fierce love to me, stamping his ownership on me.

I thrashed and moaned and whimpered as we made love, this big, muscular man I loved mindlessly and I. The huge bed with the soft white Egyptian cotton sheets was crumpled and damp with our frantic lovemaking after a while. Once, I made to sit up but his strong arm commandingly latched onto me, pulling me down onto him. He positioned me on his c*ck, impaling me like a prisoner and I gasped as he seemed to be touching the core of my womb. As I rode him,