Serafina I n the light of the following day, the previous night seemed like a dream.

Had I really agreed to be the sex toy of one of the scariest men in the mafia for money? A guy who'd ejaculated all over my face when I refused to give him a blow job?

Yes. Yes, I had.

Although I was nervous as all hell, I felt no lingering shame in the transaction I'd made. Last night had been the first sexual encounter I'd ever had with someone. But despite the innocence of my body, I was an educated woman, and there was nothing wrong with two consensual adults doing whatever...