Chapter 186 The Don

• The Mafia Don looked at his Woman, blushing and pink-cheeked, her soft brown eyes moist. His eyes, cold and hard at most times, were blazing with pride, with lust and something else.
• Right now, he thought, his groin hardening, he wanted to take his little Woman, strip her, here, in this room and ride her like a stallion riding a mare, his own little brood mare.
• He jerked her into his arms, heedless of the startled doctor who began to protest. His mouth, full and firm, fused on her willing, soft, plump mouth, a hand around her waist, uncaring of the gel on her swollen belly, as he held her to his body.