Forbidden Fruit

I'd been waiting to do this ever since I met him again… And I knew he wanted to, too. Within seconds, Arturo flipped me around, taking control of the kiss. Dominating me. He slammed me against the wall, his hands everywhere. Tracing the sides of my hips, My thighs, My crack I was in a state of ecstasy. His hands slid underneath my dress, squeezing my thighs. “Not here,” he panted breathlessly. “Let's go to my office.” *************************************************************** Arturo Abruzzi tore the world apart to find the woman that he loved, who mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Feeling empty without her. Cold. Numb. Hollow. Feeling like he was better off dead. Better off six feet under the ground. And there were times when he would provoke his assassin to pull the trigger. Wishing that his suffering would be put to an end. Asking God to drag him straight to hell. After all, hell was the resting place for criminals like him, wasn't it? The final destination for Mafia men? But years later, fate caused their paths to collide again. To cross again. Except this time, she was married to someone else...