Chapter 35 Sealing Her Fate

• Madame Luna glared at the man who was fiercely rutting, for that was the only word that came to mind as he watched Van Dyke take Roxanne, thrust into her with such force, the young woman was like a limp doll, her head flopping, her eyes closed.
• The Sorceress folded her arms in irritation, pursing her lips, doing her best to control the unbidden thoughts of passion that were blooming in her. Just watching them, seeing this primitive act by the Mafia Don, like an uncaged beast as he took the beautiful woman who was helplessly draped across the balustrade, her pale body almost exposed to the greedy gazes of her security detail and Prince, to say nothing of poor Tobias, as he stared, eyes bulging.
• There was more to it than a passionate f*ck, she sensed it.