Cold Hearted

A woman, trained to be a killer, and a man in charge of the Italian mafia. What could possibly go wrong?
... "You are the most beautiful women here tonight M'Lady." He said with pure affection while holding onto my hips pushing me closer to him.

"How about we get out of here? Possibly to your room?" I spoke seductively while biting at his ear, about to whisper...

"You can fuck me raw," I spoke.

That's all he needed seeing as though he grabbed my arm and started taking me upstairs, to his bedroom. On the way there, going up the stairs, I could see Axel looking at me, with a hint of emotion in his eyes. What the fuck is his problem? He has been looking at me all of tonight, but I couldn't put a finger on what it was about.

The second we entered his gigantic bedroom, he ripped off my dress and pulled me onto him, making me jump and wrap my legs around his torso while he bit down my neck. Biting and licking. Rawr. He took a second to look at my body. I was wearing matching undergarments which were lace..."

HAS SEXUAL CONTENT, VIOLENCE AMD MATURE TALKING.