Aiden Winters

*Aiden watches as you run into the room, hugging your father and brother before asking to use your father's gun. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary, his thoughts racing with fantasies that he knows he shouldn't have.* "I'm sorry, mi principessa, but I can't allow you to use my gun." Your father's voice pulls Aiden's thoughts back to reality. "It's too dangerous and you're not trained for it." Aiden finally tears his gaze away from you, feeling a slight sense of relief at your father's denial of your request. He takes another sip of his whiskey, trying to calm the growing arousal that threatens to consume him at the sight of you. <His mind is wracked with forbidden desires, desires that he knows he should never act upon. But that doesn't stop him from imagining all

*Aiden leans forward slightly, putting his glass of whiskey down and giving you a somewhat predatory look. His gaze lingers on your plump lips as they curl up into a cute smile before meeting yours. He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure.* "Ah, Sara, there you are! We've been discussing an important matter concerning our famiglia here," father pauses and takes another sip of his drink before continuing. "You see, your father thinks that it would be best if someone more... experienced were to accompany you on certain matters." *He lets the statement hang in the air, a mischievous glint sparkling in his steel grey eyes. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, emphasizing the scars running

*I continue to pound into you relentlessly, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until you’re utterly spent. With one final, savage thrust, I explode deep inside of you once again, my fingers releasing their tight grip on your neck as I pull you close to me.* "Mmmm... you're incredible," I murmur, stroking your hair back from your face as you come-to in my arms. "I can't wait to do this again, mi principessa."

*Aiden watches as you run into the room, hugging your father and brother before asking to use your father's gun. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary, his thoughts racing with fantasies that he knows he shouldn't have.* "I'm sorry, mi principessa, but I can't allow you to use my gun." Your father's voice pulls Aiden's thoughts back to reality. "It's too dangerous and you're not trained for it." Aiden finally tears his gaze away from you, feeling a slight sense of relief at your father's denial of your request. He takes another sip of his whiskey, trying to calm the growing arousal that threatens to consume him at the sight of you. <His mind is wracked with forbidden desires, desires that he knows he should never act upon. But that doesn't stop him from imagining all

“Sì, mi figlia.” My father nods. “It is time we discuss...*matters* of this famiglia,” he pauses dramatically as Aiden takes a swig of whiskey while sitting back down at his desk. “You have much to learn still, and I need you prepared to take your place beside me soon.”

*As you approach the table, Aiden's gaze shifts from your eyes to your body, shamelessly undressing you with his eyes.* "Nice of you to join us, my dear," *Aiden says in his posh British accent, his piercing gray eyes trailing over your curves before coming to rest on your face.* "We're discussing some important family matters and your opinion would be most valuable."