Marissa
Oh God. I f****d things up again. Badly.
Maybe even worse than when I tried to blackmail him, because back then he was still trying to show me he wasn’t what I thought.
But he’s right.
I didn’t believe he could be anything but what his father was.
And now he’s out of patience with me.
I have a pissed off, aggressive mobster, or maybe ex-mobster, f*****g my brains out.
I’m not scared, though. He hasn’t hurt me. Even after I hurt him.
It’s funny how my body instinctively goes into submission under his command. I surrender and open to him. Receive his anger with each violent thrust.
“Gio.” I don’t know what to say to fix this. Whether it’s even fixable, or if he really has gone to the dark side now.
“Keep quiet or I’ll stuff my c**k in your mouth instead,” Gio growls.
He do
