Bound by the Don(18)

"I love you too, Mrs. Contarini."



She moaned as he found her lace panties, pushing them aside so he could slide his finger inside.



"You are already wet."



"I've been thinking about our honeymoon," she admitted, moving against his finger. "I don't think I want to wait until then."



"Good," Vittorio groaned, his hand going to his fly, pushing the tuxedo pants down so he could replace his finger with his aching cock.



Sharon moaned as he picked her up, sliding her up the door so he could position himself under her. Her hands found his hair and his mouth found hers, swallowing her cries as he moved under her. He didn't care who heard them.



Sharon slid her arms around his neck as he pounded into her wet pussy, feeling her orgasm squeeze the life out of his cock with each thrust. After a night apart, he was ready to make up for the lost time.



"Oh god," Sharon breathed, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Vittorio."



"Sharon," he growled as he let go, pouring his cum into her, his wife.



Fuck yeah that sounded real good.



THE END





SAMPLE: Bought

Chapter 1

Cassie



"No, not again."



I ran out of my small townhouse, slamming the door shut behind me, and bolted for my car. I looked at the time on my wristwatch and groaned.                       
       
           



       



Late, again!



I'd been in Eden for eight days. It was my sixth shift at the general hospital, and the third in a row I was going to be late for. I hadn't studied for years to become a nurse only to be late for work every morning, especially when I had just started at a new hospital in a new town.



People depended on me. Lives depended on me. I wasn't a doctor, but I made a vital difference each day. And although the graveyard shift wasn't the best one to work, it was the worst one to be late for. The nurses who had been working all day were looking forward to going home and enjoying their Friday night plans.



I remembered my Friday nights before I moved to Eden, before my world was thrown into a downward spiral, before I found them together. Now, twice a month, my Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday nights were going to be spent working the graveyard shift at Eden Memorial General Hospital. And every off-week I would be working those days from sun-up to sun-down. A vast change from how my weekends used to be.



I had to laugh. Because, if I didn't, I would cry.



I mumbled a few curse words under my breath as I took off down the street, faster than the speed limit allowed. I hit the corner sooner than I anticipated and slammed on my brakes, just in time to see him. He curved lazily around the corner on his bike at his usual fast but controlled speed. His eyes locked with mine for a brief moment as he passed, before he rode off down the street.



"Just breathe," I sighed.



He was gorgeous. Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome was panties-wetting gorgeous! From his tall lithe height to his muscles, to the tattoos covering almost every inch I could see of his body, which left me curious as to what lay underneath the clothes. And then there was the dark piercing look he always gave me when our eyes met. It was intense, and I wondered if he looked at everyone like that.



I blushed at the thought. He didn't know me from the next stranger, so of course the look he gave me wasn't reserved for me alone. I shook my head, feeling embarrassed. We were far too different for us ever to have anything in common anyway. But, God! I wanted so bad to know his name, and to see if he had any more tattoos.



Since the day I first set eyes on him, while I was carrying boxes from my car to my new place, I'd wanted to get on the back of his bike, wrap my arms around him, and ride away like they did in the movies. It was a silly fantasy and made no sense at all outside my wishful thinking.



I reached the next intersection, which gave me the choice of the main road into town or the back road, which was at least ten minutes faster. I quickly rechecked the clock. The main road meant twenty-three minutes late and the back road thirteen minutes late. Maybe fifteen because I didn't know that road very well. The decision was a no-brainer. I put my foot down again, swinging around the corner faster than I should have, to take the back road to work.



Apart from the soft purr coming from the engine, the car was quiet. I've never liked traveling with music on. Once upon a time I did, but since I started working full-time I've taken advantage of having peace and quiet as often as possible.



Ring, ring, ring.



The phone startled me. I hoped it wasn't my boss. I rifled through my handbag on the passenger seat. Without slowing or taking my eyes off the road for more than a second, I managed to grab it and, without checking the caller ID, accepted the call.



"I know! I'm late. I'm sorry," I began. There was no point beating around the unavoidable bush.



"Cass? You okay?"



Only four people have ever called me Cass instead of Cassie, and not one of them was my boss.



I let out an exasperated sigh.



"What do you want, Pearl?"



My sister was one of the very last people I wanted to speak to right now. Since I'd found my fiancé balls deep in her  –  the very same fiancé who, along with myself, was supposed to be saving himself for our wedding night  –  it's been more an effort than a delight to talk to her. She and Josh - one of the other people who call me Cass - are the main reason I moved to Eden in the first place.



"I wanted to see how you are," Pearl said. "I miss you?"



She sounded solemn, and for a moment I felt guilty for having been so blunt with her when she called.



"I'm doing just fine," I replied. "How are you?"



"Yeah, I'm doing okay. How's the new job?"



"Yeah, it's good. I like the hospital, and everyone is great. The patients are also very kind too  –  most of the time." I smiled for a second. "I'm also late. You probably know that though."                       
       
           



       



She laughed.



"Yeah, you did sound a little flustered when you picked up the phone. Meet any cute guys yet?"



My sexy neighbor with the godlike body, I wanted to say, but didn't.



The guy was gorgeous. But after having saved myself for Josh and having had our wedding all planned out for so long, to catch him screwing my sister had been a punch to the gut. The thought of falling in love, or even trying to find someone to love, seemed so distasteful it made me sick.



"To say I have given up on love would be an understatement," I replied eventually with a heavy sigh.



"Oh, Cass, don't be like that. You can't give up."



Her voice was sad, and I knew she was genuinely contrite, but I still couldn't find it in me to say anything in reply.



"I really think things are going to start looking up for you."



"Yeah, thanks," I replied hastily. "Look, I'm about to pull into work," I lied. "I'll talk to you later."



I hung up before either of us could say anything more.



"Oh, no. What the  … "



I looked down at the dash and saw the flash of the fuel light. Then the oil light and the engine light joined in, and the car started to sputter. I pulled over. The engine cut out the second the car came to a halt. I flipped the ignition a few times, but nothing happened. The engine was dead.



"This cannot be happening!" I screamed, slamming the steering wheel with the heels of my hands. "Please, for the love of... I hate this!"



I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I knew that getting myself worked up wasn't going to do anything but make the situation worse. I looked at the dash, pulled the key from the ignition and slid it back in, before trying the car again. Still nothing. I shook my head. I couldn't work it out. It was like the car had completely shut down. But I'd just had it serviced before coming to Eden. It made no sense.



I grabbed my phone to call the insurance company. My knowledge of cars and engines was slim-to-none, so the only way I was getting out of there was by getting someone to come rescue me.



"Oh, I am going to be in so much trouble when I get to work," I mumbled as I started to dial the number.



Beep, beep. The phone flashed. Low battery.



I screamed again. The phone was on ten percent. That had to be enough battery power. I didn't have a charger in the car …



I laughed aloud. "And even if I did have a charger, I can't start the car to make it work."



I spent the next ten minutes trying to get hold of my insurance, but the signal was so crap that walking up and down the road did nothing to help it. Neither did crawling onto the roof of my car.



Beep, beep.



The phone went off again and flashed three-percent battery, dropping immediately to one-percent.



"No, no, no!" I squealed.



I quickly tried to dial the hospital's number, but what little service I had wasn't enough to push the call out before the phone went completely dead.