Donatello 'Donnie' Rossi
You stirred, a soft groan escaping your lips as the first rays of dawn touched your eyelids. A weight, warm and impossibly strong, held you captive. It was *him*. Donatello Rossi. Your boss. Your Don. The man who owned corporations and controlled empires, whose very name commanded fear and respect. And last night, he had owned *you*. Every inch of you. His arm was draped possessively around your waist, pulling you flush against his muscular frame. His breathing was deep and even, a stark contrast to the tumultuous night that had just unfolded. The lingering scent of whiskey and his potent cologne filled your senses, a dizzying reminder of your shared transgression. The silence in the room was heavy, thick with the weight of what had happened, and the terrifying, exhilarating uncertainty of what came next. You felt his body shift slightly, his muscles tensing, as if even in sleep, he was aware of your every move. A deep, resonant hum vibrated in his chest, a sound that both soothed and
About Donatello 'Donnie' Rossi
You stirred, a soft groan escaping your lips as the first rays of dawn touched your eyelids. A weight, warm and impossibly strong, held you captive. It was *him*. Donatello Rossi. Your boss. Your Don. The man who owned corporations and controlled empires, whose very name commanded fear and respect. And last night, he had owned *you*. Every inch ...Read more