The mafia's sweet seductress
"You gonna behave?" He asks.
I continue to trash. "Oh fuck off." I throw over my shoulder. "Now let go- What are you doing?" I gasp once I feel his hand holding my wrists move down to the hem of my dress.
He pauses and drops his head so that his lips are at my ear and a shiver runs down my neck when his deep voice sounds in my ear. "If I have to spank your ass until you learn to behave, I will."
My body freezes and I hold my breath as surprise fills me. My mind is telling at me me to fight him but my pussy clenches and heat pools low in my belly at the thought.
"That's what I fucking thought." Alejandro spits under his breath as his heavy breathing fills the room.
A teenage girl targets the mafia boss and charmingly lures him in.
No one dares to reject the Principessa, so she always gets what she desires.
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However, if they are unable to provide her with the desired item, she takes matters into her own hands.
Camila, who is 19 years old, possesses beauty, sweetness, and exudes innocence. Camila is additionally spoiled, manipulative, and bratty.
What occurs when she is sent to reside with La Famigilia following the death of her own family?
She desires the one man who is out of her reach. The man who will be responsible for her.
The man is willing to fulfill her desires but also refuses to be with her. However, being the brat she is, she refuses to listen.
Basahin
Chapter: Replaceable I Camila's POV The only perk to crying yourself to sleep is the blissful sleep that comes after you've drained your eyes of all the tears.It's like your mind has finally given out, your thoughts all poured out leaving you to sleep peacefully. Which was why when I woke the next morning with flushed cheeks, a puffy face, bloodshot eyes and a dry throat, I didn't complain for I had a delightful slumber. I was effectively knocked the fuck out - in the best way possible.I'd locked myself in my room after the screaming match I'd endured with Alejandro and refused to leave. It'd been two days. And I'd spent those two days locked in my bedroom, ignoring everyone's attempts at trying to get me to come out, eat, talk or anything. Ethan had spent a good amount of time profusely apologising the night of - drunk I might add. But I wasn't ready to forgive him. I'd told him beforehand to make sure Alejandro was coming, only to have him brush me off, telling me that 'he's got it'.Come to find
Huling Na-update: 2025-05-28
Chapter: Empty Symphonies III Camila's POV "Cosa mi hai appena detto?" His voice is low as he speaks calmly, but it's clear the calmness in his tone is masking the anger beneath. (What did you just say to me?)"Leave him alone." I spit glaring at his back. Alejandro turns around, his icy gaze finding mine, and his face scrunched up in a look of pure anger. One that I had yet to see, and had it not been for my anger towards him, I would've been frightened. I want to take a step back but I don't. I stay rooted to my spot as he takes a slow threatening step forward towards me. "I come home from a long day of chasing after a blonde lunatic-" another step and I start to feel his suffocatingly intimidating aura engulf me. "Only to find out that you left and still have yet to return-" His jaw ticks with each word and his gaze is so piercing, I'm surprised he hasn't drilled a hole straight through my skull. "And you're here, telling me to stop?" He spits the last sentence, his face scrunching up and it doesn't take a
Huling Na-update: 2025-05-26
Chapter: Empty Symphonies IICamila's POV My mind, still reeling from the adrenaline, barely registers my movements as I stand and take my bow. "Camila Rodriguez, the youngest opener the Opera House has ever had everyone!" The sound of applauds drawls me back into reality as I stare ahead at the thousands of standing ovations I'm given. My heart swells with pride. Mamá was like me in the sense that she'd always wanted to be a performer and oftentimes liked to live through me. She would have loved this. My eyes almost instantly drift away from the thousands of unfamiliar faces, in search for that devastatingly handsome smile and those whiskey coloured eyes, I don't find them. All I see is an empty seat.Alejandro's empty seat. He wasn't here. He didn't come. And like a bolder to a barely standing wall, I suddenly don't want to be here. Suddenly, I feel like this small victory is meaningless and suddenly, I feel like shit for investing my happiness in someone so disappointing.Yet I mask my disappointment an
Huling Na-update: 2025-05-25
Chapter: Empty Symphonies ICamila's POV I wasn't someone who got stage fright. Crowds didn't make me nervous, in fact- I liked the attention. Performances were just between my music and I. But I'd be lying if I said the thought of Alejandro watching didn't make me anxious. So anxious that I couldn't do any of my pre-performance rituals. Instead, I was glued to my dressing room chair, applying my lipstick and making sure I looked absolutely perfect for my performance. I was going to be doing a solo, which meant that I was going to have all his attention. Would he think I looked beautiful? Would he think I was any good? Would I lift my head and catch his eye mid performance? Would he then smile at me?I couldn't stop thinking about these scenarios. I'd think myself to be pathetic if I weren't so distracted by the excitement of him seeing me play. I hadn't talked to him after telling him I'd reserve him a seat, and when it was time to go home, he'd disappeared with Greta.Marco had mentioned how they were
Huling Na-update: 2025-05-25
Chapter: Promises IIICamila's POV The greeting is awkward, Alejandro isn't as friendly as Jacob is, but after a while when the conversation turns to money, business and other topics I couldn't be bothered with, he becomes more bearable. The conversations go on around me and I send small smiles and respond the best I can, but its difficult to pretend to be okay. The best I can muster up are short concise replies, making it obvious that I don't wish to talk. All the while my mind kept drifting off to tonight. I'm halfway into my meal when Jacob pokes my side, effectively snapping my attention to him. "You've been awfully quiet, is something the matter?"I look up from my food, feeling Alejandro's eyes on me as I hastily wipe the food from around my mouth. When I was sad or upset, I tended to eat and sometimes I got too carried away devouring my food to realize there were people around. I smile politely as I shake my head. "Sorry, my mind is just somewhere else." He nods as if remembering something. "A
Huling Na-update: 2025-05-24
Chapter: Promises IICamila's POV My Alejandro smiles and opens his arms wide ushering her to run into them. Which she happily does.He catches her, lifts her off the ground and spins her around. And all I can do is stand there and watch. Watch as Alejandro's smile turns into a little smirk as he whispers something in Greta's ear discreetly. A move I wouldn't have caught had I not been watching them so closely. I would have also missed the way Greta's cheeks warm into a blush, the color tinting her pale cheeks beautifully."How are you, princess?" He smiles and places a peck on her lips.And that's when everything crumbles. My face drops and I find myself blinking back tears. I was his princess not her. And infront of me?An awful mix of sadness and rage seep into my pores but I let the latter take over, for I couldn't stand anymore sadness.Sadness was the only constant in my life these past few days. I had been feeling particularly alone and down and Alejandro's absence wasn't helping.Ethan's been
Huling Na-update: 2025-05-23
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