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SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 017
Don Vincenzo MarazonaThe taste of her still lingered on my tongue—sweet, desperate, addictive. Serafina’s broken moans and the dark hickey I’d sucked into her neck should have satisfied the beast for a while. They didn’t. Nothing did anymore. Not her trembling surrender, not the way her cunt had clenched around my fingers like she was already addicted to her own ruin. All it did was remind me how little time I had left to stamp my claim on everything before the rot in my chest finally won.I lit a cigarette in the dim glow of the lower office, the smoke curling like a noose around the tension in the room. Adriano Matteo stood before my desk, trying—fucking trying—to push another angle on me like I was some senile old fool counting down his last breaths.“So you think the leak was one of my own security guards?” I narrowed my eyes, inhaling deeply. The burn in my lungs felt like punishment.He nodded once, calm as ever. Dead-eyed bastard.I stood slowly, dropping the cigarette into
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 016
Don Vincenzo MarazonaA sharp cough tore from my chest, forcing me to grip the edge of the desk until my knuckles cracked. I pressed the handkerchief to my mouth, and when I pulled it away, the fresh red stain mocked me under the low light. Blood. Always that metallic fucking reminder that my body was betraying me faster than any enemy ever could.The same hereditary rot that killed my father. A weak man who wheezed his last breath in silk sheets while the family empire nearly crumbled around him. I refused to die the same way—pathetic and pitied. But the clock kept ticking louder, each heartbeat a mockery of the power I wielded.I crumpled the cloth and shoved it into the drawer, slamming it shut hard enough to rattle the wood.Serafina’s voice cut through the silence, soft and hesitant. “Are you okay? Do you need water?”I turned slowly, fixing her with a flat stare. She stood near the doorway, looking too fragile for the blood and shadows that clung to this house.“Your father must
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 015
Serafina De LucaThe morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.I stayed curled up on my side of the massive bed, the silk sheets tangled around my naked body, my thighs still sticky with the evidence of last night. Every time I shifted even slightly, a dull, delicious ache throbbed between my legs — a constant reminder that Vincenzo Marazona had been inside me. That he had taken my virginity, fucked me slow and deep, marked me with his cum and my own blood.Heat flooded my cheeks. I pulled the sheet higher, hiding my face like a coward.God… I had moaned his name. I had begged. I had come so hard I cried.And now he was right there, still in the room.His deep voice rumbled in Italian — low, commanding, speaking to someone on the phone. I didn’t understand most of it, only catching a few words here and there. Something about shipments. Something about Morgan. The tone was pure Don Vincenzo: cold, authoritative, dangerous. The same v
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 014
Adriano Matteo My name is Adriano Matteo, and I was forged in the filth of Naples’ slums — the kind of place where dreams go to die screaming. No father to teach me right from wrong. A mother who sold her body for heroin and eventually sold her soul along with it. By the time I turned fourteen, I was already running messages for the camorra. By seventeen, I had my first kill under my belt. By twenty, I understood that love was a luxury men like me couldn’t afford… until she came along. Isabella. The moment I saw her, something inside me cracked open. She was seventeen, all sharp eyes and sharper tongue, with a body that made men stupid and a hunger that matched my own. We didn’t fall in love — we crashed into each other like two starving animals. She’d ride my cock like she was trying to fuck her way out of poverty, nails raking down my chest, moaning my name while whispering the same promise against my lips every single time: “I won’t die poor, Adriano. I refuse to rot like this.”
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 013
Serafina De LucaHis mouth was on me.Vincenzo’s tongue dragged slowly, deliberately, up my soaked slit, hot and wet and impossibly skilled. My entire body jerked violently on the bed as a sharp, broken cry tore from my throat. I tried to close my thighs on instinct, but his strong hands gripped them harder, spreading me wide open like I belonged to him completely.“Oh God…” I whimpered, fingers twisting desperately into the silk sheets.He groaned against my pussy, the low, filthy sound vibrating straight through my core. “Fuck, you taste so sweet, Serafina. So fucking wet already. This virgin little cunt is dripping for me.”I was shaking uncontrollably. The wine had loosened something deep inside me, making everything feel warmer, more intense, more overwhelming… but it hadn’t erased the nerves. This was my first time. Everything. And the terrifying, ruthless man I’d been forced to marry had his face buried between my thighs, licking me like he was starving.He licked me again, slo
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 012
Don Vincenzo MarazonaDinner finally ended, but the tension in the room still felt like a loaded gun.Serafina had been drinking quietly for the last hour. Not enough to embarrass herself, but enough that her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink and her eyes had gone soft and glassy. Every time she lifted her glass, I watched the way her throat moved when she swallowed.Valentina caught my eye from across the table. She gave a small, almost imperceptible tilt of her head toward Serafina, then glanced toward the door. *Take her upstairs.*I stood without a word and offered my hand. Serafina took it immediately, a little unsteady as she rose. Her body swayed gently into mine.“We’re leaving,” I said quietly against her ear.She nodded, biting her lip. “Okay…”I didn’t bother saying goodnight to anyone. I simply led her out of the ballroom, one arm wrapped firmly around her waist to keep her steady. The hallway felt quieter than usual, the only sound being the soft click of her heels and he
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