Chapter 455

• Ria
• She smiled as she saw the answering heat in Philippe’s eyes, the glazed look of a man battling with his desire and speedily losing the battle.
• She pouted and then touched herself, just there, her fingers moving in a rhythm. The Capo stepped to her; he had shed his shirt and she wanted to lick his body, the hard abs, the flat, dark nipples, the chest matted with hair. Her eyes met his, and he growled, slowly shaking his head,