Page 67 of Mafia Kings: Dario

I frowned. “But – ”

He leaned down in my face and said angrily, “Get…OUT.”

I stumbled away from him, suddenly ashamed of what had just happened…

Ashamed of the wetness slicking the inside of my thighs…

Ashamed that I wantedmore.

I knelt to grab my underwear from the ground –

“Leave them and GET OUT!” he thundered.

I stumbled out of the room, tears flowing down my face.

I hurried back to my room, where I collapsed on my bed and wept…

…both for my lost innocence…

…and at his bewildering cruelty.

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Inearly lost control.

If she had stayed there an instant longer, I might have.

The feel of her breast beneath my hand – her nipple between my finger and thumb –

Her wetness as I circled her clit –

The way she screamed when she came –

I felt like an animal.

My cock was hard as steel beneath my pants. She made me so hard ithurt.

I wanted to throw her down on the desk, ravage her, thrust deep inside her and fuck her like a raging bull –

But she was a virgin.

It would have hurt her – turned all her pleasure to pain –

And I had made a promise.

I wouldn’t take her until she begged.

So I had to make her leave before I gave in to my animal desires.

She’d stared at me with wounded eyes as I yelled at her to leave – but finally she did.

I leaned against the desk, panting with desire, still smelling her scent in the air long after she fled.

I lifted my finger, the one I had touched her clit with, and tasted her.

She was both sweet and musky… like watermelon and a hint of cloves…

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