And there’s no way she has any idea who I am and what I do. They’re texting their friends before I even have my pants back on.īut there’s no way there’s reception up in these parts of the hills. They want to get fucked hard by a six foot five bad boy covered in tattoos who reeks of confidence and pussy. Girls are always trying to act like little miss sweet innocent and pure around me. Her innocent little look is doing it for me. She sees I’m focused on nothing else but her. Her beautiful brown eyes finally look up.

That never happens with girls and it’s pissing me the fuck off. I’m waiting for her to look up at me as I make my way up the aisle to pay. More dangerous curves than a mountain pass on my Ducati Superbike. I was focused on getting from point A to point B before sunrise, but after seeing that gorgeous body, the fucking delivery can wait. I’m in and out of here in under three minutes tops.Īnd that’s when I see her. I pulled off my helmet as I shoved open the door to an all-night gas station just off the interstate. *If you already signed up, THANK YOU! You will get this and all future freebies automatically.Ĭlick the link below to get your freebies You’ll receive an email as soon as it’s available. Get your FREE extended epilogue of Bambino by signing up to my mailing list. Even if I have to destroy each and every last motherfucker who stands between us. In my world that’s everything.Īnd I’m going to do whatever it takes to protect my own and show them they’re everything to me. The one I use to run money for the most powerful crime family in the country. Three million in the bank.Īnd let’s not forget about the 1200cc Italian Superbike. The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Baby Lust by Flora Ferrari