Page 68 of Mafia Kings: Dario

And I knew that the next time I ‘punished’ her, I would have to taste her for real.

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Alessandra

That evening, Filomena brought my dinner up to me on a tray. While setting out the food, she gently informed me that Niccolo said I was confined to my room until further notice.

That was probably for the best. I had no idea how I could ever face Dario again after what he had done to me – much less see him in front of all his brothers.

After I ate, I grew groggy and fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, all the physical tension in my body was gone. I feltsorelaxed…

But I was sad as I lay there in the early morning light.

All I could think about was Dario…

His hands touching me…

Giving me so much pleasure…

And then him acting like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and forcing me out of the room.

I also felt horrible for another reason.

No one had ever doneanythinglike that to me before.

I knew it was wrong…

To be touched like that before marriage…

To be with a man out of wedlock…

But I hadloved it.

And I felt shame that I wanted more.

I tried to resist, but what Dario had made me feel was too powerful.

I worked up my courage as I lay there in bed…

Pulled up my negligee…

And hesitantly touched between my legs.

I’d never done it before, and it felt awkward and unsatisfying.

I tried to mimic Dario’s actions… but even when I found the spot that had felt so good yesterday, it still wasn’tnearlyas good as whathehad done.

What Iwantedwas for HIM to touch me.

I closed my eyes…

And imagined his smell – that expensive cologne he wore…

The mesmerizing depths of his dark eyes…

His muscles…

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