“No,” she retorted, her voice husky and heavy with sleep. “I only need to sleep.”
He narrowed his eyes. She was refusing him, but she probably forgot that an Italian Don never accepted a 'no.' In one swift move, he flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. His knees forced her thighs apart, and his d**k, already rigid with desire, positioned itself at her entrance while his mouth moved in to take possession of her lips.
When he felt her delicate hand pressing against his chest in a weak attempt to halt him, he broke the kiss, his brow furrowing as he looked down at her.
"Please... be gentle," she murmured. The flicker of fear in her eyes struck a chord deep within him, sparking something dark and possessive. Without a word, he seized her wrists, pinning both of her hands above her head
