The Mafia's Mistress.

red, her voice shaking.

His voice was mocking as he spoke. "Do you know you're k

l of fabric, leaving her exposed and vulnerable in front of him. Damian's eyes were hungry, devouring her every move. She could feel the weight of his gaze on he

d deeply, his voice low and dark as he spoke. "You smell so sweet," he murmured,

r body betrayed her, responding to him even though her mind screamed for her to resist. The heat of his touch burned her skin, m

idn't stop. His touch became more insistent, his fingers brushing across her sensitive skin. The shame of

escape. Every part of her fought to push him away, to regain control. But his touch was like fire, s

s so charming," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing along

r hands resting weakly on his chest as if trying to push him away, but he didn't budge

ix of fear and defiance. But Damian o

brushing against her thigh. The contact was slow and deliberate, and Aurora's body shuddered in response. She could feel h

legs. Aurora's eyes went wide with horror as a wave of involuntary pleasur

her voice trembling. "Pl

side. His thumb grazed her clitoris, making Aurora gasp and recoil. This wasn't supposed to be happe

ings he would do to her. The idea sickened her, but her body couldn't help but

s skin as she pushed with all her strength. It was futile. He didn'

t hers, demanding, forcing his way into her mouth. Aurora tried to pull away, but he was too strong, to

uggled weakly in his arms, but her efforts were no match for his strength. He laid her down on the soft mattress, her body

eamed for it to stop. But Damian was relentless, his e

way out of this nightmare. But she knew, deep

t out a gasp of surprise, and for a moment, he stumbled back, loosening his grip on her. The brief moment of freedom w

iles bit into her skin, but she didn't care. All she could think about was gett

ack by her hair. The sharp pain made her scream, but she didn't stop struggling. Sh

o the bed, his hands gripping her throat as he sta

nd dangerous. "You're the first girl who's ever frustr

anything but the pressure on her throat and the fear that consumed her. S

"You'll learn to obey me," he muttered, his voice low and

to let him take everything from her, not without a