DIMITRI CASTELLO
I ran my hands down her back, drawing invisible patterns while I marveled at her softness. She was so small and breakable in my arms. I could snuff the life out of her with little effort. The thought made something tighten in my throat.
Her breath fanned my neck and I ran my fingers through her hair.
I didn't know what else to do with this woman. Every time I saw her, my blood burned hotter, searing the word mine into my chest. If it were only the hot-blooded and possessiveness Castello blood in me driving this infatuation it would have gone away the first time I f****d her so raw, but it didn't.
She shifted a little, her full breasts rubbing against my chest. f**k. I felt myself go hard again. If I didn't think she'd been sore after what we'd done, I'd f**k her again
