Chapter 57. Way into His Heart

The Mafia Don strode out, limping ever so slightly and made for his room, slamming the door behind him. He was breathing heavily. The scene with his little wife had been unpleasant. Seeing her distress had made him feel sick of himself, an emotion he had never felt before.

The sight of the little vixen never failed to arouse him. That luscious body, the fragrant hair, the way she melted when he touched her. And the sight f her soft, plump lips, her eyes, wide and so fresh, so innocent and guileless.

His c*ck reared painfully and he knew he would have to relive his sexual frustration just then.

He groaned.

He wanted her so badly, it felt like a physical thing.

But much as he knew he would have been able to take her, yes, use her as he wont to before their marriage, he found that he could not do so anymore. Heck, he found that he had lost his desire for any other women a long while back. The only woman he wanted was Proserpina. His Woman.

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