Elysandre's POV
I push Charlie to his bed, and as he falls on his bed, he moans a little. I wonder if I have hurt his shoulder. I do not want to hurt his shoulder. He is wounded, and I know that I cannot be too rough with him, but tonight I'm going to have my way with him. It might be the only time that I may be with him. I don't know about our so-called engagement, but I am wearing the ring. He will have to break up with that woman first before we can get married. I said yes in the spur of the moment, but now I don't know if I am ready to marry a don in the Italian mafia. I am not going to think about it tonight. Tonight it's only Charlie and me. I go and sit on top of him and tie his hands to the bedpost. I unzip his pants, and his c**k springs out, no coaxing needed. I bite my lip. He
