Page 53 of Savage Don

Francesca Galli.

Last week, the thought of sleeping next to her might have made me twitch with excitement. But I took enough from her in that shower to keep my desperate urges satisfied. For now.

Sleeping next to her was a test to see how much I can handle before I broke. Turns out, I’m more in control than I thought. That’s the good news.

Still, I spent the entire night with a hard cock. Every time I shut my eyes, I could see her tight little body floating through the steam. I could feel her slick clit against my fingers. I could hear her whimpers of joy as I made her come for me.

Fuck.

Now, sunlight washes in through our bedroom window, and my morning wood might as well be a national landmark, it’s so tall and thick.

But when I turn over in bed, and I find that Francesca is still sleeping, I can’t bring myself to force her awake.

The rational part of my mind insists that it’s all part of the plan. If she’s going to become the mother of my heir, I should get her to like me. No one wants an enemy for a wife.

But I know that’s not the entire truth. My primal side can overpower the weak rational part of my mind any day of the week.

Still, even as my cock rages for the taste of her tight pussy, I know that it’s not hunger making my heart pound like a jackhammer behind my chest.

For as much as I want to devour Francesca, another desire overpowers everything.

I want to protect her.

This stupid plan might be riskier than I feared. And I’m only now realizing it, thanks to my encounter with Sonia yesterday.

Fucking hell.

I’m almost forty. I’ve killed countless men, and injured twice as many. I’ve pulled myself out of the gutter to become a leader and a king in the harshest business in the world.

But that woman… fuck, she still gets to me.

Maybe it’s because those long nails hooked into my back when I was still an impressionable youth. I mean, that has to be it, right?. She was my first. My first teacher, my first lover, my first real friend.

She was also the first to betray me.

Sonia is and always was a predator. She’s just as much a wolf as any man I’ve ever met.

It was her actions, all those years ago, that turned my heart to stone. But she also made me crave power. Never again did I want to be on the losing end of something like that. Never again did I want to be vulnerable or scared for someone who didn’t give a shit about me.

Sonia hasn’t changed. She’s still out for herself. Completely unbothered by the fact that her step-daughter is missing. Those were crocodile tears she confronted me with. If we had been alone, I doubt she would have even bothered shedding them.

But Domenico’s men were nearby—apparently, the same ones she’s been sleeping with. So, I bit my tongue and I kept our encounter short. Sonia was happy to oblige—after her theatrics, of course.

She was more nervous to see me than I expected. I doubt Domenico knows of my history with his new wife. He might kill her if he ever found out.

That would certainly tie up some loose ends.

With a heavy sigh, I get out of bed and take another look down at Francesca. For all that she went through yesterday, she’s sleeping like someone without a care in the world. Peaceful even. Almost like she feels safe here…

It’s no wonder. I know who she has to live with at home.

Sure, I’m a brooding stranger with a deadly past. But Sonia Caruso… is well, Sonia Caruso—or is it Sonia Galli now?

For as long as I knew her, Sonia was never the kind of girl who would change her name after marriage. But she’s never been the predictable type either.

Shuffling to the bathroom, I run a hand through my hair and hate that I’m unable to rip that woman from my mind.

What’s Sonia’s angle with Domenico? That’s all I can think as I shut the bathroom door behind me.