I was a good girl from a good family. I had no business going out with a guy like Giovanni, but something about him demanded my attention despite my wiser judgment. Now that he has claimed me for his own, I quickly began to worry that I was in way over my head. Rich, powerful, and extremely dangerous, he was definitely way out of my league. Caution: Extreme BDSM and hardcore sex in all forms.
Before I knew it, I was tugged over his lap. “What are you doing?” I asked, panic stricken. While he firmly held my wrists in one hand, he began sliding my gown up with the other. “Giovanni Russo!” I screamed, shocked by what was happening. I felt him hike my panties between my cheeks, and his strong, muscular hand running over the curves of my upturned ass. “Stop it!” I cried, somehow knowing what was about to happen.
