INICIAR SESIÓN“Spread those legs wider…Fina. I need to see every fucking inch of you.” His voice was calm. Cold. Commanding. And just like I always did, my body obeyed before my mind could. Dario Severo was my father’s best friend. Then he became his enemy. Now he’s my husband. Feared across the underworld and twice my age, Dario married me as the price of peace between cartels. I was supposed to be a contract. A body bound by a ring. Nothing more. But behind closed doors, his control is intimate, deliberate, and addictive. He touches me like he’s waited years to claim what was always forbidden—and I hate how much I want it. I was offered to him to end a war. Instead, I became his obsession. ************ This book is pure age-gap erotica! Dive into your best erotic experience as Don Rio wrecks every inch of his wife; Ikkohafina, in the most dirtiest, most electrifying way!
Ver másFinaI was running.Barefoot. Laughing. The sun was warm against my skin and the grass brushed against my legs as I ran through the estate I grew up in. I could hear someone chasing me — familiar footsteps, familiar laughter. I didn’t look back because I didn’t need to. I knew who it was.“Fina, slow down!”I laughed harder and ran faster. Then the sky changed.It darkened too quickly, like someone had pulled a curtain over the sun. The laughter faded. The grass beneath my feet felt wet.Too wet. I looked down. Red.The ground wasn’t grass anymore. It was thick, dark, pooling around my feet. My dress was no longer the cotton sundress from my childhood — it clung to me heavily, soaked.The footsteps behind me stopped.When I turned around, the figure was no longer clear. Just a silhouette. Watching.And then I wasn’t running anymore. I was standing alone in the blood.I screamed. And woke up.For a few seconds, I didn’t know where I was.The ceiling above me was unfamiliar in that half
Dario’s POV The moment I stepped into the car, I knew I was already at the edge. Not because she drank champagne. Not because she argued. But because she chose another man. In front of everyone. She sat beside him like she belonged there. Laughing. Smiling. Looking free. Free. As if she wasn’t wearing my ring. As if she hadn’t just stood in the middle of the Nostra with me as my wife to be. I closed the car door harder than necessary. The driver immediately pulled off without being told. The silence lasted three seconds. Then she exploded. “What the hell was that, Dario?!” she shouted, turning toward me. “Why did you have to smash the glass? Why did you threaten him? Gabriel did nothing to you!” I kept my eyes forward. “You should be thankful,” I said evenly, “that I didn’t put a bullet in his skull.” She froze for half a second. Then she laughed in disbelief. “You’re insane.” “If you ever disgrace me like that again,” I continued, my voice lowering, “I will not tolera
When I walked back from the bathroom, I expected Dario to be sitting exactly where I left him — composed, pretending nothing in the world could move him.He wasn’t there, but his bodyguard was. That alone told me he hadn’t gone far.I sat down slowly, smoothing my dress over my thighs. The room felt warmer and louder now, I reached for another glass of champagne from a passing tray.If he thought I was going to sit quietly and behave like an obedient bride-to-be in front of his partners then he got it wrong. I lifted the glass — and that was when I found him.Across the room, standing with a cluster of men. He looked exactly like he belonged at the center of power. One hand in his pocket, the other holding a drink he wasn’t even sipping from.As if he felt me watching him, his gaze lifted.It landed on me immediately. I didn’t look away.Instead, I raised my glass slightly in his direction, like a mock toast.His eyebrows drew together in a subtle warning.I smiled. Then I drank the
FinaThe night air hit my skin as I stepped out.The mansion loomed ahead of us — massive, intimidating in its polished arrogance. Black stone walls. Tall glass windows glowing from within. The kind of place built not just for wealth, but for dominance.The driveway was lined with cars, sleek and dark, engines still ticking from recent arrival. Men stood in clusters, guns resting casually at their sides like accessories. Not hidden. Just there. A quiet reminder of what this world truly was.Security was everywhere.But this wasn’t the loud, flashy Nostra gatherings I’d attended with my parents. Those had music spilling into the gardens, laughter too loud, politics disguised as celebration. Those parties had champagne fountains and women dressed to outshine one another.This felt different.Quieter and controlled. Intimate in a way that made it more dangerous.Dario’s men were already positioned — near the entrance, along the perimeter, eyes scanning, hands resting close to their weapo






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