Bought For His Son; Pleasured By The Don

Prologue

This was wrong.

I knew it so well, yet I couldn’t stop myself.

Despite the fact that Nathan, my supposed fiancee, could walk in at any moment and still, I didn’t care.

I let Marco.

Allowed him to chain my wrists to the bedposts, cuff my legs, and shred every last piece of clothing on my body until I was naked.

He leaned in closer to my ears, his voice deep and husky. “Tell me, la mia puttana,” he began, sucking on my earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure down my spine. “What should I do to you?”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.

“What do you want?”

Our gazes met, and the words came out before I could even stop it. “Touch me.”

A low moan escaped from my lips as Marco slid his tongue deep inside me with urgency. My p***y was already throbbing, my legs trembling, my body aching—all for his touch.

I bent my head backwards. I tried spreading my legs open despite the cuffs for more closure.

His warm lips connected with my p***y and he sucked with so much intensity. The tension…the pressure…the—f**k.

And he’d only just begun.