Celina
Vito was an animal from the moment we stepped foot into our home to the moment we fell asleep. His arms always tightly gripping around me. His kisses were hard and rough. Vito had left marks all over my collar bone and neck. The minute we got home, he picked me up and slammed me against the nearest wall. He tore off the dress I had put on before we left the safehouse. He quickly undid his pants and before they fell to the floor, he was slamming his hard c**k inside me. He held my hands above my head with one hand as his other gripped my ass. He was pounding so hard into me. I could feel his anger still strong in his eyes. I tried to look away.
"Look at me," Vito said harshly. "Don't look away. I like looking at you as I make you moan."
"Vito," I moaned loudly.
"Just like that
