Chapter 44 Cosa Nostra Slut
- VIKTOR PAVLOV
- Her moans echo off the marble walls of my private bedroom as I pound into her. Raw, high-pitched, needy, and pathetic.
- She clawed at my back as she begged me to drill her harder. Like I won't forget her name the second I come. “Shut up,” I growl against her neck, dragging my teeth along her pulse. “You’re just a hole tonight, act like it.”