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THE WHISPER OF TOMORROW
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2025-12-19 20:52:43
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THE MAFIA'S PRICE BENEATH HIM
But he was quicker than I anticipated. His hands shot up, gripping my waist with unyielding strength, and in a surge of power, he flipped us again. Now I was pinned beneath him on the plush carpet, his body heavy and commanding over mine, his gaze dark with renewed hunger. 'My turn to take control,' he growled, his voice rough and laced with possession.He captured my mouth in a fierce kiss, his lips crushing against mine, tongue plunging deep to claim every inch. His stubble scraped my skin, the kiss bruising and urgent, stealing my breath as his teeth nipped at my lower lip.Breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth downward, hot and insistent, nipping at my neck before shoving the silk of my dress aside. My breasts spilled free, nipples already hard from the cool air and lingering arousal. He didn't tease or savor slowly, no, Dante dove in with raw intensity, his mouth latching onto one breast, sucking hard on the sensitive peak.His tongue flicked roughly over the nipple, teeth graz
THE MAFIA'S PRICE ALESSIA IN CHARGE
With a swift, decisive movement, I pulled his hands higher, binding them together behind his back with the discarded silk tie from his shirt. He didn’t resist, his eyes blazing with a mixture of surprise and fierce anticipation. I moved between his legs, straddling him on the plush carpet, the cool silk of my dress a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. He watched me, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his bound hands shifting restlessly. I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear. “You taught me control, Dante. Now you’re going to learn what happens when I unleash it.”I reached down, my fingers wrapping around his thickening cock, still slick from my mouth. It throbbed in my grip, hard and insistent, veins pulsing under my touch as I stroked him firmly from base to tip. His hips bucked slightly, a low growl escaping his throat, but I pressed my free hand against his chest, pinning him down. “Stay still,” I ordered, my voice sharp and commanding. “This is my ride now.”Slowly, I posi
THE MAFIA'S PRICE HER STRATEGY
He brought the car to a smooth halt in the penthouse’s private garage, the silence stretching between us, thick with unspoken possibilities. He didn't immediately release me. Instead, he turned fully in his seat, his body a solid presence that filled the intimate space. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine. "Finesse, Alessia?" he repeated, the word a low growl. He reached out, his calloused fingers tracing the line of my jaw, a gesture that was both possessive and strangely tender. "You think you're ready to show me what you've learned? To outmaneuver me, even now, after… everything?" He leaned closer, his breath warm against my lips. "Very well. But know this," he whispered, his gaze holding mine captive, "if you want to strategize, you'll have to prove you can keep up. Pack your bag, soldier. Tomorrow, we play for keeps, and the game begins the moment we step out of this car."The morning arrived with an unsettling swiftness, the city lights still painting streaks across t
THE MAFIA'S PRICE HER REWARD IN THE CAR
He suddenly kissed me, I wasn’t expecting the kiss. I kiss him back. Dante's mouth left mine, the kiss abruptly breaking, leaving a void where his possessive heat had been. The engine, still dormant, seemed to mock the roaring in my ears. The Mercedes’ luxurious interior, moments before a charged, intimate space, now felt confining, the plush leather a stark reminder of my captive state. My breath came in short, ragged gasps, my body thrumming with a residual ache, a confusing blend of exhilaration and the lingering sting of betrayal. My hands clenched on his shoulders, the muscles beneath my fingers tight and unyielding. Was this it? Was this the reward? A brutal claim in the sterile confines of a car, after surviving a man’s execution?My gaze met his, searching for something in the dark depths of his eyes, perhaps understanding, perhaps pity, perhaps even… tenderness. But all I found was possession, a fierce, unwavering ownership that both terrified and, in some dark, twisted cor
THE MAFIA'S PRICE HER FIRST KILL
The weight of my father’s manipulations never truly left me. Even in sleep, it clung to my skin like a shroud, years of isolation, stifled friendships, and a love that had always been a beautifully crafted lie. Somewhere beneath it all lingered the phantom scent of sandalwood and the echo of Dante’s kiss, a presence that assaulted my thoughts even in unconsciousness.He filled the room without being there. He filled me, in ways I wasn’t ready to understand.But lying in that soft, sterile bed, something else threaded through the darkness: possibility. The idea of stepping outside tomorrow, breathing air not chosen, monitored, or approved by my father, sent a quiet thrill through my veins. A rebellion so small it felt almost fragile… but mine. For the first time in my life, the future wasn’t a locked door.It was terrifying. It was exhilarating.And it was mine to claim.My decision settled like a stone at the bottom of my chest, heavy, certain. This new life, whatever it became, would
THE MAFIA'S PRICE THE WHISPER OF TOMORROW
Dante rose from the table, the remnants of their shared meal fading into a memory of quiet understanding. He moved towards her, his steps deliberate, his gaze softening as it met hers. He leaned down, not with his usual intensity, but with a deep, soul-stirring tenderness, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that spoke volumes, a silent promise of protection, of passion, and of a future built not on obligation, but on choice. It sent a shiver down her spine, a toe-curling affirmation of their complicated bond, before he finally turned, his departure as swift and decisive as his arrival had been weeks prior, leaving her alone in the quiet expanse of the penthouse. Alessia watched him go, a strange mix of relief and longing swirling within her. The opulent room felt vast and empty without his presence, yet filled with the echo of his touch, the ghost of his scent. She retreated to her own room, the plush carpet muffling her footsteps, and sank onto the edge of her grand bed. Her father. T
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