Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride
Fiction·Oma Green
My breath caught in my throat the moment my eyes dropped between his legs.
Oh God.
His cock was hard, heavy, long, impossible to ignore. Panic filled my chest.
“Is… that going inside me?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. My voice didn’t even sound like mine, small, breakable.
“Oh, sweet doll…” His voice dropped, gravelly and dark. “It’s not just going inside you.”
He stepped closer, towering over me. My skin heated as his hand wrapped around himself, stroking twice. He swelled even larger, as though to prove the threat in his words.
“It’s going to stretch you wide open. You’ll feel me for days. You’ll walk with the memory of me buried deep, dripping down your thighs. You’ll cry from it, shake from it, and still… you’ll beg for more.”
“Oh…” The sound tore from me, heavy with terror.
I was sold for three million dollars to the man who killed my father.
Dante De Luca, older, ruthless, dangerously handsome and untouchable.
He didn’t buy me for a night.
He bought me for a lifetime, to make me his mistress… and then, his wife.
Trapped in a contract marriage, I vowed never to love him.
But my body betrayed me.
His possessive kisses. His punishing touch.
I found myself wanting more. Craving him. Yearning for everything he gave.
Dante wanted revenge, because my father killed his wife and stole his Mafia kingship.
He wanted to punish me.
He wanted to break me.
But somewhere in his quest to cause me pain… he began to fall and save me, even from my own father.
Now, when loyalty calls upon me, I’m torn.
Between the man who raised me… and the man who owns my heart.
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