THE MAFIA'S FATAL ATTRACTION BOOK 2: A PRINCESS'S CHALLENGES

TaraHe enters the elevator. He's immense. My God… I want him… and that breathtaking beauty. But it's not his beauty that leaves me speechless, it's his gaze, a killing gaze. He towers over me, holds out his hand to get his phone back.— Give it to me.I touch my blouse while looking at him. His eyes follow my gesture and plunge into my cleavage. A flash of desire? Maybe, but so brief I thought I'd imagined it.— It's in my blouse. Come and get it.— Stop playing games with me, young lady. I don't have patience for your childish antics.— Then I'll consider that you don't want your phone anymore.He approaches so abruptly that I tremble with fear. I curl up, as if to protect myself. His breath brushes my face; I slowly open my eyes and lift my head to meet his devastating gaze.He leans in slowly and whispers in my ear:— Tell me, little bee, what do you want? You're buzzing in my ears like a bee, are you going to sting me? What do you want to give me back my phone?— Just one kiss, t

TaraThis morning, I caught my mother talking to herself—she does that when a problem worries her and she hasn't found a solution yet. I wonder what's bothering her this time. All night, my thoughts were occupied by my dear fiancé. He's so handsome, with that killer look he often gives me… I'm going to tame this beast. I'm going to conquer him.I go down to get my sister from her room, but her suitors apparently had the same idea as me: they're standing guard outside her door like two security guards. Hmm… these men aren't bad at all. Delicious, even. But I prefer my grumpy fiancé; I like challenges, and he is one. He'll be mine soon.I greet my sister's fiancés and push open the door. She's already ready, sitting on her bed; she looks like she's waiting for something.— Good morning, darling. If you're already ready, why are you still here?— As soon as I opened the door, they were there waiting for me. Except I don't want to see them.— You should be glad to have two handsome men un

TaraThe wedding has just been celebrated. Everything went exactly as I hoped. I even managed to steal a kiss from my sister's two husbands they were surprised by my fervor. Their lips are full, firm… hmm, she's going to enjoy herself. I watched them while my own husband placed a chaste kiss on my sister's head. He's not happy about this marriage: he avoids all contact. Clearly, I'll have to move to Plan B. But I'll wait until the last moment; if the sight of his beautiful body doesn't soften his aversion to me, I'll have other methods.All day, we danced, played, ate. I tried several times to initiate a dance with him, in vain. I understand better why Daddy wished me "good luck." I don't consider myself defeated yet.Tonight, as everywhere else, the parents are pushing us to "consummate" the marriage. After the wedding night, some choose to stay, others go on honeymoon abroad. Here, tradition dictates that we stay a week, then each returns to their family unless decided otherwise.We

TaraHe doesn't listen; he grabs both my arms and holds them above my head; looking me straight in the eyes, he brutally penetrates me.— Miiiiiike…He buries himself deeper. Tears come to my eyes. He just tore me in two. He starts pounding me violently; I close my eyes and let him. He finally releases my arms and starts caressing me; his mouth lands on my chest; he sucks me sensuously; he squeezes my breasts; he bites them; he licks them. Then he seizes my lips; he kisses me passionately. He holds me close; I start to forget my pain. He keeps kissing me and pounding me at the same time. I'm losing my mind! I start to feel pleasure. Oh, what pleasure! His long cock hammers my pussy, opening up a multitude of emotions for me.Finally. A shiver ran through me like a warm wave: pleasure, luminous and complete, took me and carried me away. His movements were both wild and precise, like a storm that finally soothes the earth and when he came, I screamed his name without restraint.— Mike…

TaraThe sky is heavy, steel-colored, and the city rumbles with distant sirens. From the balcony, the view is magnificent and menacing. The towers look like knives pointed at the sky. Perfect setting for a king… or a queen.I wake up alone.The spot beside me is empty, cold. Mike already left the room before dawn. Typical. When he wants to avoid discussions, he hides behind his obligations as boss.But whether he likes it or not, this isn't a house where I'll be a guest. It's also my house.I dress slowly, ivory silk dress, daring neckline—a silent message to this husband who thinks he can fit me to his convenience. Then I go downstairs, where the servants are already bustling.One of them greets me respectfully, but another lowers his eyes when he sees me. The unease is palpable.Someone talked to them.And I know exactly who.A few minutes later, he enters. Black suit, cold gaze, a cup of coffee in his hand.— Did you sleep well? he asks in an almost polite tone.— Like a queen. And