Aurora Valentino is a 24 year old female mafia leader born and raised in Italy. She is known as 'The Madonna" and is feared by all.
Yet the most powerful woman has her hands tied when she is set to marry her enemy, the future heir to the Valerio ma...
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Pushing the silver metallic gun up against his chin again, her hold on his throat tightens even more, "I'm serious Damien. If we're doing this, you need to know that I don't deal with what happens after. I'm not into that shit"
He grabs her hair, pulling her head back, grabbing the gun out of her hands, "Don't worry, I'm not either" he agrees.
That's all she needed to hear before it gave her the green light.
It was fucking go time.
"Good" she mutters before her hands find their way to his unbuttoned shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders. Both her knees on either side of his lap, she feels his growing bulge harden under her while straddling him on the couch. Damien grabs her hips, bringing her closer while Aurora tangles her fingers in his hair, tugging at the ends as she feels him suck on the sweet spots of her neck. Adjusting her self, she slowly grinds against him, making him mumble a few curse words against her neck.
A smirk on her lips, Aurora continues her movements, nice and slow. Running her fingers across his glorious dragon tattoo that she was starting to obsess over.
She looks at it with lust in her eyes. Fuck it was beautiful.
Not being able to control himself after seeing the lust in her eyes, Damien grabs Aurora's neck roughly and flips her so that he's now on top, hovering over her. Squeezing her neck, Aurora reaches up to his hand that was wrapped tightly, slowly cutting out her air.
"You like that, don't you Madonna" he whispers near her lips.
Looking down at her lips, he leans in a bit.
Fuck.
He just wanted to taste them.
Aurora does the same, enjoying the pain she felt. She looks at how close his lips were to her own, fuck she wanted them on her own again. But she knew that once they kissed, they most likely wouldn't be able to stop.
Feeling him lean closer, Aurora licks her lips. "No kissing" she croaks out
Damien trails up her neck, his fingers finding their way to the back of her zipper. He swiftly pulls it down, while sucking on a spot on her neck.
"So many fucking rules" he mutters, in-between the kisses he trailed up her neck.
"Take your clothes off" he then harshly orders, leaning back to look at her breathless state. He loosens his grip on her neck.
"Fuck you" she spits out, annoyed by his orders.
He then harshly grabs her neck again, pulling her closer to him.
Aurora grabs the gun that was sitting on the couch and points it towards his dick, overtaking dominance as she leans forward.
