BOOK 1&2 "You're already broken, Claire. I broke you, and I'll keep doing it, again and again. Just so you know, you're mine to break, mine to keep, for as long as I damn well please. The sooner you accept that, the better." **** Claire Keys' life fell apart when she was kidnapped and brutalized by Luciano Sebastian, the ruthless leader of the Silver Fox mafia. After losing her parents, she vowed revenge but couldn't even muster the strength to pull the trigger. Fate, however, led her to Don Dada, the infamous head of the Danger Blaze mafia. He made her an irresistible offer, giving her the chance to be close to him and also his sworn enemy, Luciano. After a night of passionate kisses and heated moments, Claire thought she had found a way out. But she soon realized she was caught between two powerful mafia men, each determined to claim her for themselves. To Luciano, she was his property; to Don Dada, she was his lover, a woman his heart yearns for. Now, Claire faces an impossible choice: whom to trust and whom to betray as she seeks to avenge her parents. But in the ruthless mafia world, trust is a dangerous gamble. Will Claire survive the deadly tug-of-war between Luciano and Don Dada? Will she succumb to their desires or fight for her freedom? And could love find a way in the darkness? Danger, desire, and a forbidden love affair. A tale of passion, betrayal, and the ultimate sacrifice.
View MoreI heard the loud thud of footsteps and the sharp slap of shoes against the hallway floor, followed by my name being shouted.
"Claire!"
Immediately, I jumped up and scrambled to hide the evidence of my rebellious plans scattered across my bed. It was always part of my routine to clear everything within thirty seconds of hearing my name echo through the apartment hall—before Luciano could let himself in. No matter how many times I asked him to lower his voice so as not to alert the neighbors, he never listened. He never listened to anyone.
I barely managed to shove the last of the documents under the bed before a heavy knock rattled my door with enough force to nearly knock it off its hinges. I knew exactly what that knock meant. After all this time, I could tell it could only be one of two things: Luciano was in a bad mood, or he was in an absolutely terrible mood—and I didn't even want to guess which it was today. The red silk tie that went flying across the room as I hurried to the door was answer enough.
Luciano Sebastian was in an absolutely terrible mood, and I was going to pay for it.
"Strip!"
With one command, I obeyed like a trained dog, quickly stripping my clothes off as if I couldn’t get them off fast enough. But it wasn’t fast enough for him. He yanked me down to my knees in front of him, and I immediately set to work, loosening the leather belt around his waist. In one quick motion, I tugged down his pants and underwear, and his familiar hardness sprang up before my face.As I started stroking him, my mind wandered. What had gone wrong for him today? Which one of his shady deals had fallen apart? How much dirty money had he lost? Who had pushed his buttons this time, and whose blood had he spilled to vent some of his anger, before coming here to pour the rest into me?
"In your mouth," Luciano growled. I stopped stroking and took him in, knowing exactly how to please him—it’s all I’ve done for the past seven years. Like washing dishes, scrubbing floors, or doing laundry, pleasuring Luciano had become just another chore.
I licked at the pink, throbbing cap of his member, and it made him grab my hair on impulse. His breathing became heavy, and the sound of it was the only thing that disrupted the silence of the room.
I took him fully into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat, and it sent Luciano's eyes rolling in their sockets and his head reeling to the back. As much as I despised him, that look on his face when I pleasured him was nothing short of angelic. Maybe it's because this was the only time I felt like I had control over him.
I have to admit, Luciano is sinfully handsome. I don't think anyone would disagree with me on that. In fact, I'd go as far as to say he's the prince of Hades himself, with features that could put Adonis to shame. His eyes are a dark brown with specks of hazel that light up like honey when the light hits them. The bridge of his nose has been broken a few times, but it still manages to fit perfectly with his face, giving him a domineering yet dangerous look.
Luciano's body is equally impressive. He has broad shoulders and a strong back that's supported by sturdy legs with bulging muscles. Even when he's stuffing his dick aggressively into my mouth, his muscles don't cave in no matter how hard I grab them. And his tall frame always manages to shame the door of my room, casting a shadow that's greater than the door could ever dream of.
But as impressive as Luciano's physical attributes are, they can't change the fact that he's a monster. He's the infamous Mafia boss of the Silver Fox mafia gang club and my worst nightmare. He took my life away from me years ago and relegated me to the life of being nothing but a slut and a plaything to him.
"Look at me. Let me see your eyes on me," he bellowed, tugging harder at the roots of my hair and shoving the rest of his big hard member down my throat as I struggled to suck him and take all of him in. I obeyed and looked up into his swirl of brown eyes. I've known him long enough to know that kneeling naked in front of him and looking at him while sucking on him is a major turn on for him. So I looked into Luciano's eyes.
As I looked into his eyes, I saw more than just his angelic look of pleasure. I saw my nightmares in the depths of his orbs. I saw the brutality with which he killed my parents in front of my very own eyes. I saw the way he abducted me and the moments he took my innocence. The moments he used me over and over again.
And I hate him for it. For everything.
Luciano started thrusting into my mouth with even more force. His rage radiated off him in shocking waves, but all I could do was kneel and take his assault on my mouth. He grabbed my hair and sank himself deeper into me. The room echoed with the slapping wet and slurpy sounds of his thrust inside of my mouth and the ragged breathing that left his lips.
Romano's POV "And what the fuck is wrong with me going to my wife's party and kissing her?" Don bellowed.It was the next day, he wouldn't let me come into the room all through the night. I knew he had sneaked into that party and Claire was right."What is risky about showing my identity?""Because the news might get to a certain person who put you in this condition and you're not in the exact position to exert the revenge you want on him." I barked also.He was silent, for some while, before he finally opened his door. "Tell me all about this certain person? Is he a threat to my marriage?""Don, if you had enough rest like you were told, you probably would have remembered my now. Brad specifically said your memory would come in days, but you're stressing too much and making things worse."He paced the room for a minute and then turned back to me. "You're fucking my sister" he bellowed angrily, and that caught me unaware.He grabbed me by the trousers, almost squeezing my scrotum. "Do
Claire's PovDon!It was Don. No one else kissed like that, no one else gripped me in such a way. His scent, no one else had it. I was hallucinating, right? Don was dead. It has been months. I needed to get this off my mind. But no, I couldn't. Even if I wanted to, tonight wasn't the right time because I felt his body, his build, only one had that.I had just taken Davidson to the toilet and dropped him off with his Nanny when I was heading back inside for the birthday party. It was time I announced Don's death to his friends, but now my mind had been changed.I ran towards Romano when I saw him coming with Elyse. "Don" I panted. Elyse came over to my side, easing my breathing."What happened?" Romano asked."I saw Don. I met…I…it was Don…he kissed me. I recognize his smell, he's…Don""Claire, be calm," Elyse said. "You said you kissed who?" She asked with a little frown on her face like she couldn't believe what I said and was concluding I had made out with someone else."I promise
Don's Pov"You cannot go!" Romano yelled. He had been doing a lot of yelling lately and I didn't like it. "Don, look" his voice was back to normal and calm now. "No one can see you like this. I already informed you, your memory first before stepping out of here" he said."Why don't you just tell me what happened? I trust you.""Brad asked me not to. You need to remember yourself. You know all the details, the anger would be fueled in you if you remember yourself."What anger? Why did I need to be angry? Did something bad happen? He wouldn't tell me."It is my wife's birthday today. There is a party and you asked me not to go. I am not hurt anymore, I am healing from the wounds, what else is making me stay back? Claire would be delighted to see me!"All my efforts in convincing Romano proved futile. In minutes, he had dashed out of the house for Claire's party. I shared this treatment and hated that I couldn't see any of my family. I needed to remember something. To fucking remember w
Claire’s POV I sat in front of my mirror, doing my routine skin care as usual. A pregnant woman still had to look pretty and peng. Tomorrow is my birthday, by the way. Intermittently, I caressed my bump, feeling how rounded and big it was. I also couldn't wait for my baby boy to get here. My EDD was due anytime soon. I just hope it doesn't happen tomorrow. Just as I reached out to grab a pimple popper from the vanity table, my phone on the bed rang. That should be the baker. We had agreed that she should deliver the cake today so that there would be no unnecessary delay tomorrow. Only my hair stylist and makeup artist were going to come tomorrow as early as possible. By the way, the dress I was going to wear tomorrow was also ready. I couldn't wait. Before I could push the stool backwards and fetch my phone, the ringing was already exhausted. Fortunately, whoever the caller was called again and I picked up on the second ring. It was Davidson. “Hellooooo, Claire!” Her cheerful voic
Romano's POV I was back with Brad and we both watched and listened, waiting for Don to start talking. It seemed kind of difficult at first because it looked like he was putting a strain on his ability to remember but eventually, he began to talk. Brad stood nearby, concern written all over his face. “Take your time, Don. We’re here for you” He encouraged, his voice reassuring. I nodded in agreement, eager to hear him speak already, so we would know how far his recovery had gone. Don’s eyes closed for a while, then fluttered open some moments after. “I remember, Claire. She was my wife. I remember her scent. It was like….fresh flowers, maybe lilacs, or even lilies” He recalled. My heart swelled with emotion. He was indeed getting better. “Okay, what else do you remember?” I pressed, hoping to hasten his ability to respond He closed his eyes, trying to struggle. But Brad calmed him. "It's okay. Perhaps you remember something about a lodge?" He asked.He was stretching his memory
Don’s POV Darkness, light, darkness, and then light again. My eyes flickered open as I saw the ceiling of where I was. This wasn't anything like…Wait…The banging in my head and a buzz ringing in my ears and I had to lay back. There was an oxygen tank beside, it wasn't just that, a lot of other medical equipment followed.This wasn't our honeymoon, was it? I tried to search my memory for how I got here. The thing I could remember was a group of men attacking us on our way to the helicopter on the rooftop.Claire and I had planned to go for our honeymoon and, I was… attacked, shot in the arm. Claire had been bleedingI slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in the view of the room I was in. Everything was a blur. I had no idea where I was or how I got there. My mind was a complete blank.I tried to sit up, but dizziness washed over me again, forcing me back onto the pillow. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.As I lay on the bed, feeling lifeless, I started to
Claire's POV "Why are you here?" I asked when I opened the door to my room. "How did you get in here Salvatore? How did you find me?"His eyes, were softer this time. "Somehow, I found you, Claire."My heart raced when he began to unbutton his shirt. "I was a fool to be upset with you. You did all you could to stay away from me and I have no judgements. I was wrong, Claire, I was."As he spiked, all I wanted to know was how he found me in the penthouse. Or was this the penthouse? As I turned back to look at where we were, the room changed - into Salvatore's room.I was confused… but Salvatore's voice brought me back. "I know you want me Claire" he had pulled his short this time. "And I want you too" he approached me, trailing his hand on my body.I was wearing my light nightwear. "Don't be scared, Claire* he said.In a swift move, Salvatore cocked my head to the angle he wanted and kissed me hard. Hard and rough. His tongue devoured mine, seeking authority. Surprisingly, I kissed ba
Claire's POV I knew Elyse suggesting that we should go to Romanthe's house to discuss a baby shower was a ploy to see her man.Getting to his entrance, I caught both of them giving each other a familiar look and a blush on Romano's face. His gaze met mine and I raised my eyebrows, not believing Romano could blush.He ushered us in without hesitation and offered us a glass of juice."So, what's the plan for the baby shower?" Romano asked."We were thinking of renting a multi-purpose hall," I said. "But then we thought, maybe it would be better to have it, at your house, Romano," I said, according to Elyse's idea."My house? Why's that?" Romano asked."Well, it's a family celebration, and we thought it would be more intimate and cozy at your house," Elyse said. "Plus, it's a lot safer than a public hall.""That makes sense," Romano said. "My house it is, then." Was he responding only because Elyse wanted it to?"Great," I said. "We can set up the backyard or the living room or whatever
Claire's POV"I'm so excited for the baby shower," Elyse said, looking up at me with a smile. "We need to start planning the details. What's your theme? Have you thought about games and food?"Elyse and I were resting on the couch in the penthouse, enjoying a lazy afternoon together. We'd just finished lunch, and Elyse couldn't get over her excitement about the baby shower I was planning.I laughed. "Slow down, Elyse. I've barely had time to think about it. But I do know I want something simple and intimate. Maybe just close friends and family."I was almost due…oh, I could feel this baby coming and I was excited at the thought of going into labor and birthing Don's son.Elyse nodded. "That sounds perfect. And I've already started thinking about baby names. I have a few favorites for a boy."I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What are they?"Elyse grinned "Well, I think 'Atticus' is a great name. Or maybe 'Ethan'?"I chuckled. "Those are both nice names. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. W
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