Page 11 of The Don's Prisoner

“Put that on the card too,” I insisted and smiled at her, putting my hands in my pockets.

I escorted her down the stairs and waited with her for her ride. We exchanged phone numbers, much to her chagrin, and eventually the Uber pulled up. I got her into the car and waved as she pulled away.

I could not believe my luck.

She was perfect. She understood my situation and was selfless enough to put the life of her worthless brother over her own. She was also smoking hot, and I could not wait to start making babies with her.

At that thought, I headed back upstairs and to my bedroom and lay down on my bed, phone in my hand.

I brought up my favorite porn site and started scrolling through the videos, looking for a scenario to help me picture Victoria spread out for me on top of my desk while I fucked her madly. I scrolled for a few minutes, looking, but not finding something while my dick grew hard at my thoughts. Finally, impatience won out, and I threw the phone to the side and unbuttoned my pants. I pushed them down from my hips, and my cock sprang free, pointing accusingly up at me for not letting it do what it wanted to do earlier.

I gripped myself and began stroking, slow and hard at first while I set the scene in my mind.

Victoria is sitting on the edge of my desk with her legs spread wide asking me to take her, begging actually.

“I need your cock inside me,” she whispers as I push her back down over the desk by the throat. She moans. I slip one hand on her thigh and start to rub as I rip her shirt open with the other. Her breasts are trapped in a black lace bra, so I reach back and pull the knife out of my back pocket. Flipping it open with one hand, I slide it between her breasts, beneath the bra, and smile at the need in her eyes.

“And you’ll have it,” I promise her, pressing my hips to her own as I pull the blade up with a quick tug, and the fabric between the cups splits open. Her tits spring free, and the fabric falls away as I marvel at the tiny pink buds of her nipples.

I suck on one, drawing as much of her right breast into my mouth as possible, and suddenly I want more of her. Need more of her.

I jerked myself harder with the thoughts in my head, and I was closer to cumming than I had expected. There seemed to be something about the woman I was going to marry—something I couldn’t name or even understand—but my body was on fire for her. It craved her. So I fast-forwarded the mental image in my head, getting straight to the good part.

I have her on her knees and elbows on the desk, and I’m behind her. She’s completely naked, and her legs are spread apart so I can see how wet she is for me. I run a finger through her folds, and she breathes in sharply when I pull my finger out and rub it on the head of my dick, getting it nice and wet.

“Please,” she begs and wiggles her ass for me, looking over her shoulder at me with half-lidded eyes. “Please fuck me. Now, Gio. I need you inside me more than I need to breathe.”

That’s all I need to hear.

I thrust inside her, going straight to balls deep, and she moans so loudly I swear it vibrates my dick from inside her. She throws her head back and I grab onto her hair from behind, pulling it back so she can’t move. She goes up onto her hands, angling so I have better access, and I begin fucking her with long, hard, fast thrusts…

I let go of myself and spurt cum all over my stomach.

Hell, fucking Victoria in a daydream was better than fucking my last few partners for real. Was she just that hot, or was there just something about her that got to me? I had no idea, but whatever the case, I did know one thing.

I couldn’t wait to fuck my soon-to-be wife.

Chapter five

Victoria

I couldn’t go back to work that day, not after everything that had just happened. My head was abuzz with too much information and too many feelings. I would never be able to concentrate enough to solve the problems that needed fixing. I debated canceling the dress orders that I needed to find another fabric provider for, but instead, I texted Guy from the back of the Uber.

Me: I’m not feeling well and have decided not to go back to the office today.

Me: In fact, I won’t even be working from home.

Me: But I need you to find a fabric that matches the pearl satin.

Me: And I give you permission to okay a new fabric provider.

Guy: Are you serious?

Guy: Wait, are you okay? You never not work.

Guy: Half the time I swear you work in your sleep.

Me: Yes, I’m completely serious. I trust your judgment.

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