The Mafia’s Housewife Revenge
Seeing him lick my juice off his hands turned me on so bad I wished I was the one he ate with so much passion.
“Tell me Princess, what next did I do?” His voice sounded way too calm for someone who just raised my heart rate.
I looked at him—his blue eyes staring into my soul, my juice made his lips shine.
“You ate me out,” I cooed.
He looked at me with a dark smile. “I have been hungry, maybe it’s time to eat then.”
He planted a kiss on her lips and I could taste myself—I loved how I tasted good.
He broke the kiss then took the other free tit into his mouth and sucked like his life depended on it.
His mouth found me, hot and eager, licking my pussy with a hungry groan that made me shake.
His tongue moved slowly at first, tasting me, circling my clit until I was trembling. He sucked gently, then harder.
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When love turns toxic, desperation takes over.
Imogen's marriage to wealthy Perry was supposed to be a fairytale, but behind the glamour, she's suffocating.
Caught in a web of lies and infidelity, Imogen's last hope is a romantic trip to Rome.
But when she catches Perry cheating, her world crashes down.
Enter Silas Moretti - mysterious, charming, and passionate.
As Imogen's secret affair with Silas ignites, she finds herself trapped between two worlds: one of luxury and lies, the other of forbidden desire and danger.
When murder entwines their lives, Perry becomes the prime suspect.
Imogen's dark secrets surface, and Silas promises to help.
But as their romance intensifies, Imogen realizes she may have traded one cage for another.
Will she escape the deadly trap of her own making, or will her quest for revenge consume her?
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Chapter: :SIXTY—NINE:Perry’s povIt’d been days since my fucking wife had left the house and had barely been back. I couldn’t care less about her whereabouts because right now, all I cared about was my company, my money, and the endless list of things that were already spiraling out of control.The reconstruction of the building from the fire was moving faster than I expected. The contractors were on a tight schedule and everything was a reminder that the world didn’t stop for anyone not for grief, and certainly not for mistakes. I kept thinking if I could just stay buried in work, maybe I’d be able to forget the stench of disgrace and maybe… just maybe, give her the attention she wanted but that seemed like a long way off.I could feel the pressure building, and I hated it. It made my jaw ache, made my stomach twist— it wasn’t just stress; rather it was anger and frustration, that slow burning rage that hadn’t had a proper outlet in days.Then my phone buzzed and I looked at it almost immediately— it wa
Last Updated: 2025-10-17
Chapter: :SIXTY—EIGHT:Imogen’s pov My breath came in shallow pants, my knees aching against the hard floor, but I didn’t dare move.Because he was still watching me.Blue eyes like ice, sharp and unyielding, and yet… soft in that one moment. The way his thumb traced my cheekbone, rubbing a drop of his jizz across my skin like he was painting me with his claim.“You did so well, princess,” he murmured, his voice low and sinful. “I’m proud of you.”The words hit harder than the orgasm I hadn’t even been given yet. No one had ever said that to me— not Perry or even anyone else. I felt something different in me— a feeling I couldn’t name but if I should say it, it felt like pride. Yes, pride!Like I wasn’t just being used, like I mattered, and the way Blond said it, like my submission was a gift, had my chest aching and my pussy tightening all at once.I should’ve felt dirty, kneeling there with his jizz dripping down my skin. Instead, I felt worshipped and owned, and like a slut I craved for more.“Stand
Last Updated: 2025-09-11
Chapter: :SIXTY—SEVEN:Imogen’s povMy hands trembled as they went to the straps of the lingerie, pulling them down inch by inch. His eyes tracked every movement like a predator— making me feel naked long before the lace actually hit the floor.“Slower,” he warned, his tone sharp. “This isn’t about your hunger, princess. It’s about control and satisfying my hunger.”God! The way he said it, like I already belonged to him made my knees threaten to give way.The lingerie finally slipped down my thighs, gathering at my ankles. I stepped out of it carefully, never breaking eye contact.“Good girl,” he murmured, taking a sip of his whiskey, casual and devastating.The praise sent shivers racing through me, making my already heated body way too hot and if I was in between my thighs right now, I’d probably drown.He rose, his shadow swallowing me whole, and went back to the cabinet. When he returned, he was holding black leather cuffs lined with velvet, as he dangled them in front of me like a promise.“Wrists,”
Last Updated: 2025-09-10
Chapter: :SIXTY—SIX:Imogen’s povWe entered the house and barely a word was said to each other. He had taken out a cigarette from his stash and had lit it up as I could smell it from where I stood.“You can’t just stop like it, Silas,” I queried.He didn’t say anything, instead he took in a quick draw of the cigar and went straight to the bar to pour himself a drink. “Really? You’re just going to ignore me all over again?” I blurted out.He still ignored me making me feel like I was nothing and that pushed me over the edge. I took my purse and walked to the door.If he wanted silence, fine. I’d give it to him.My hand had barely touched the handle when his voice sliced through the air.“Where do you think you are going?” He asked.“Home or anywhere far from here,” I said as I tried to keep my voice steady but it betrayed me.“It is late and you don’t need…”“Yeah, like you care?” I blurted out, cutting him off.The corner of his mouth curled upward— a smile like I’d amused him, like my defiance was a t
Last Updated: 2025-09-09
Chapter: :SIXTY—FIVE:Imogen’s povI leaned back into the leather seat, my fingers nervously smoothing the fabric of my dress.He hadn’t spoken a word since the incident outside the restaurant. Not one. His hand rested on his thigh, the other rested lazily across the seat between us, but the silence wrapped tighter than chains.I was used to silent drive home but not from the one person I had craved the most and the silence was killing me.I stole a glance at him, his jaw was sharp, clenched, the faint scar at his lip deepening as his mouth pressed flat. Something brewed beneath the surface… something he wasn’t saying and I knew I had to get it out of him.Finally, I cleared my throat. “What’s with you?”His eyes shifted, catching mine, and for a second I wished I hadn’t asked because the look there was harsh and rough with danger and desire, wound so tight it made my pulse to elevate.He said nothing.I scoffed, trying to steady myself. “So we’re doing the silent treatment now?”Nothing. Just that st
Last Updated: 2025-09-08
Chapter: :SIXTY—FOUR:Silas’s PovThe restaurant was quiet, with only the soft glow of candlelight reflecting off the glasses and utensils.At the far corner, a man in a black suit stood with a violin tucked beneath his chin. The first notes poured out— haunting, rich, a melody meant for seduction. His bow slid across strings with precision, playing only for us.I’d hired him because silence wasn’t enough for her. Imogen deserved music, beauty, and luxury.I had found out that she enjoyed listening to the violin and this was an attempt to get her to relax and be free.I’d bought out the whole place. Privacy was not just a luxury— it was a necessity. Imogen didn’t belong under the gaze of strangers. She deserved to feel like the world bent just for her.I adjusted the cuff of my suit jacket, the silk black fabric clung tight against my shoulders. The weight of the watch on my wrist ticked steady and precise, though my pulse wasn’t nearly so calm. I didn’t bother pretending to look at the menu; the moment
Last Updated: 2025-09-07
OWNED BY THE ALPHA: HIS HUMAN TEMPTATION
“Get your clothes off,” he said, his voice emotionless.
I stared at him, my lips slightly parted in shock. What?
“I said, get your clothes off,” he repeated. “Turn around. I want you on your hands and knees. Face me with your ass.”
“What?” I breathed, trembling.
He took a single step forward, the air tightening .
“Didn’t you hear what I—”
He stopped.
Just like that, the words died on his tongue. His entire body froze, his eyes locked on me. It looked like he had been struck.
His pupils dilated, his lips parted slightly.
And then...He stepped back.
“Mate.”
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It was supposed to be a one-night stand, not a soul-binding mistake.
I grew up in an orphanage, but at 19, I was forced to move to a brothel and become a sex worker.
Darius Dovenia was a ruthless Alpha of Silver moon pack who happened to be my first client and as he called it…Mate.
But what if the girl he's vowed to protect… was created by the monster he's sworn to kill?
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Chapter: ~six~Soraya's POV“Isn't this girl the whore Darius brought home? Why is she having dinner with us?”I froze where I stood, my hand trembling in mid-air. The voice came from the girl with long blonde hair and brown eyes, her expression twisted in disgust as she looked at me like I was filth. My chest tightened, and my feet refused to move forward.Before I could gather the courage to sit down, the woman who seemed to be in her forties spoke up.“Emily, don’t say things like that. Why would you say such a thing? She’s Darius’ guest, probably.”But the sting of the insult still clung to my skin. My throat burned, and I tried to keep my gaze fixed on the table, as though ignoring them would make me invisible.Then the man who I recognized spoke.“She’s not Darius’’ guest, Aunt. She’s his mate.”Emily’s eyes widened in shock as she turned her glare back to me, almost as if she couldn’t believe what she’d heard.“His mate? What? His mate is a whore?”“That’s enough,” Darius snapped, his tone f
Last Updated: 2025-09-06
Chapter: ~five~Soraya's POV.“Should I bathe you?"I blinked at him. What? My heart skipped, heat rushing to my face. “What?” I whispered, my eyes widening. Did I hear him right?His expression didn’t change, not even a flicker of humor or shame in his eyes. “I asked a simple question. You don’t want the maids to bathe you, so should I do it?”I shook my head furiously. “No! How dare you say that to me? Why would you want to bathe me?”“Why can’t I?” he countered instantly, his piercing gaze never leaving mine.I felt my throat go dry. “What? You think I’m cheap, that I’ll let you see me naked just like that?” My words cracked.Darius’s eyes narrowed. He turned briefly to the maids hovering at the corner. “Go outside. I’ll call you back when I’m ready.”The girls bowed quickly and left, the door clicking shut behind them.His gaze returned to me. “Really? You can’t let me see your nakedness? Aren’t you the one who works at a brothel?”My breath hitched. His words stung deeper than I expected. “What
Last Updated: 2025-09-05
Chapter: ~four~ Soraya's POV I wanted to scream, but my voice was stuck somewhere between my stomach and my throat. He was taking me? Where? Why? What the hell was going on? “You—you can’t just—” Felicia began, but then stopped herself. Her lips parted, then closed again. “I’ll deposit two million dollars,” he said simply, as if he were buying a painting or a new suit. “I’m taking her with me.” Two…million? Felicia’s eyes almost popped out of her skull. She coughed and then plastered on the fakest smile I’d ever seen. “Of course, Mr. Darius! Absolutely. She’s yours, take her. Right away.” She even waved her hand like she was presenting me as a gift. My brain felt like soup. I rolled my eyes inwardly. Flash money in that woman’s face and she’d sell her mother. Darius turned around without another word and walked us toward the exit. My heart thumped wildly. I was leaving? Like, really leaving? I didn’t know whether to be terrified or relieved. He didn’t even glance back.
Last Updated: 2025-08-18
Chapter: ~three~ Soraya's POV As the door slammed in my face, my heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears. The client was already here. They didn’t even give me time to think or even find a way to run. Then, from outside the door, Madam Felicia roared. “Make sure to stay put on the bed. Sit on the bed quickly. If I open this door and you’re not on the bed, I’ll kill you.” Kill me? I swallowed hard, my throat dry and the lump of panic rising fast. I moved slowly, like every inch of me weighed a thousand pounds, and sat in the middle of the bed. The mattress dipped under me. I hugged my legs to my chest. My arms wrapped tightly around my knees. The AC was cold and I felt… naked. In just a few minutes… A man was going to walk in here…And spread my legs. My stomach twisted violently and my heart thundered like it wanted to claw its way out of my chest. How did the other girls handle this? Was this really happening? Was this really how I was goin
Last Updated: 2025-08-18
Chapter: ~two~ Soraya's POV Sammy grabbed my wrist tightly, dragging me through the hall like I was nothing more than an object being delivered. My heart pounded against my ribs, my thoughts racing faster than my feet could keep up. He was taking me to Madam Felicia. Madam Felicia stood at the counter when we arrived, she was busty and bold in a spaghetti top that barely contained her heavy chest. Her cleavage spilled over, threatening to fall out completely, and she didn’t seem to care. Her long fake lashes blinked slowly as she brought a glass of liquor to her mouth and took a long gulp. She didn’t look at me at first, but I felt the harshness in her glance the moment her eyes met mine. Sammy cleared his throat. “Um, Miss Felicia, I have Soraya with me.” Madam Felicia hummed as she emptied her glass and set it down, stepping forward with a sway in her hips. The scent of alcohol hit my nose sharply when she leaned in, and I instinctively turned my face away. Her perfum
Last Updated: 2025-08-18
Chapter: ~one~ Soraya's POV. “Vivian, why are there so many hickeys on your neck?” I asked, squinting at the dark patches along her skin. Vivian had blonde hair and bright green eyes. She turned to me after checking herself out in the small mirror she held in her hand. “It’s not that many hickeys,” she said with a light shrug. “Just about three on my neck.” I reached out and held her arm. “Look at your arm. You have like two more. Was the man a monster?” Vivian chuckled. “Well, I guess he couldn’t get enough of me.” I narrowed my eyes. “You seem to really love this. Are you really going to let them lose your body this way?” Vivian looked right at me. “Wake up, Soraya. This is our life now.” I wasn’t going to give in to what Vivian was saying. We grew up at the orphanage, and when we turned eighteen, they started pressuring us to find somewhere else to go because we were no longer children. But I kept working. I worked efficiently around the orphanage, trying to help ou
Last Updated: 2025-08-18
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