Built For Pleasure

Warning!

This story is mature.

If you don't like hot erotica, skip this book.

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When she awakens in her bed with an Italian mafia Prince's head...

"Can you please tell me we didn't sleep together?"

Him, Smirking

"Are you hurt, Shawty?"

"No, but what does that have to do with anything?"

He pins her down faster than she can blink...

Then he asks again, rocking his hips forward.

"Are you in any discomfort?"

"Well, there's your answer; you'll have no doubt when I make you mine," he says, shaking his head.

He locked his gaze on her and didn't look away.