Owned By the Mafia
A much older Irish mobster bed and broke me. Now I’m forced to live with him.
My house blew up, so he put me in his own for my protection.
The Don has forbidden any relationship between us, but that’s not how the Irish do things.
The Irish take what they want. Which is me.
I didn’t want to be stuck with him, but he’s right in my space.
His overprotectiveness turns me on so bad I get weak in the knees.
His hot body makes me flush so much I have to hide in shame.
I should chase him away, but I can only watch what he does to me.
He asks me if I remember what it’s like to be punished by him, but I don’t.
All I remember is that it didn’t work out last time. That he’s too wild.
He says things are different now, and that no one needs to know.
He says he wants to own me body and soul.
Will the Irishman claim me for good this time around?
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