The Mafia Boss' Weakness
Ongoing · Alexis James
I lie on the bed, listening to Landon put Jones in his place. His voice is sharp, commanding—blunt enough to draw blood. My dick stirs at the dominance in his tone as he tells Jones he’d better get used to seeing him around. Jones mutters something under his breath, and then the door slams shut.
I smile in the dark.
Good boy.
Landon comes back over to the bed and lies down. As soon as he’s beside ...
I smile in the dark.
Good boy.
Landon comes back over to the bed and lies down. As soon as he’s beside ...


















































