Italian Stallion by Flora Ferrari

“When in Rome, do a Roman.”

I’m Roman D’Angelo, but I’m no angel. One helluva f*** and one night of heaven are all any woman will ever get from me. And I don’t f*** virgins. So how was I supposed to know? Know that she just wanted to pop her cherry before heading home to finish college? Know that I was her dad’s best friend? And know that she was the most incredible young woman in the world, and that she was going to have me as off balance as the Leaning Tower of Pisa? She may have come to see the Mona Lisa, but making Lisa moan makes me c**. Mamma mia! She tells me it’s time to go, but I won’t stop until she’s walking down the aisle of the cathedral, making her mine forever.