Important Announcement + Book II Preview

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COPYRIGHT © 2020 by M.Z. Mauve

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Scenes, characters, dialogues and events in this story are all invented.

This story contains mature themes, profanity, violence, and sexual content not intended for young readers. All photos included in this book belong to the copyright owners. Full credits to the owners.

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Author's Notes:

Hi, dear readers!

❤ Thank you for sticking with us and for reading this draft of my crime/mafia/romance story.

"THE ALPHA'S DHAMPIRICA" is the title of the sequel, now published on this same profile. It was written as a vampire/mafia/romance novel again, like the original version of this book. If my schedule permits, I would rewrite a non-paranormal version of this first installment soon. I really hope you'll love the second book as well!

Moreover, some chapters in the sequel also contain non-English dialogues with translations. Below is a sneak peek! Enjoy!

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I only meant to give him a quick goodbye kiss. For old times' sake. I didn't want to say goodbye to him yet, but I had to leave Italy now and go back to my busy med student life in New York.

But when he kissed me back, I couldn't really deny my feelings anymore. Miles kept kissing me till I had to convince him to go back inside his car. I could feel Alessio and the other bodyguards watching us, and, frankly, I still didn't like the unwanted attention.

I knew they were just doing their jobs, though. It was what they were being paid to do. Nothing creepy about it. It was just their sworn duty. They were keeping an eye on us in case any unexpected company approached Miles or his car.

Now that Miles and I were alone in the backseat, I was trying to enjoy our fleeting privacy before I had to leave him here in Italy to go back to my life in New York.

It wasn't the first time we kissed, but his unusually sweet behavior tonight definitely caught me off guard. Albeit we weren't talking much during the whole drive to the airport with him behind the wheel, I didn't imagine it would lead to this. At all. The tension had been palpable, but I didn't quite expect that it would be this sexual. Or that he wanted to be intimate with me again.

Did I want his affection? Sure. I loved being this close to him. It was perplexing and reassuring—frustratingly in equal measure. I'd always thought I wasn't the romantic or sensual type, and back when we were living together in his house, I honestly never imagined I'd fall head over heels for a guy like him.

But...it happened.

The pain was tolerable now, much more tolerable compared to the first time he punctured my skin with his bare teeth to drink my blood. Or maybe Miles did something different this time to minimize the pain I felt? Probably.

Or maybe it was just me. Maybe I was just too aroused by our physical intimacy that I just didn't care how much it hurt. I kissed the side of his face while my fingers clasped his soft hair, his arms tightening around my waist and hips.

He hugged me against his warm body with my thighs pressed onto his lap. I was practically straddling him in the backseat of his car, but we were still fully clothed. He did unbutton the top of my blouse, though, just so he could gain full access to my neck.

There was a constant tingling and aching sensation right underneath the spot where his mouth was, but it wasn't that bad. It hurt at first but I didn't shed a single tear. I had braced myself for the pain—probably why it felt more tolerable this time.

If this was him being careful, I'd let him feed on me anytime he felt the need to. But I also knew he would rather not, because I would be away from him for a while. Again.

We led very different lives now, and I wouldn't blame him if he thought this might be the last time we'd get to be this intimate. That it might be a long while before we get to see each other again. A few months? A year? Two? I just didn't know for sure.

"Babe..." I almost flinched when he gripped my hair away from my shoulders to draw more blood from my neck.

Miles didn't say anything and only replied with a throaty moan. It sounded like a grunt of annoyance, almost as if he couldn't be bothered to pause what he was doing to me. He hugged me closer to his chest with his firm arm wrapped around my hips, trapping me on his lap.

The back of my thighs were rubbing against the fabric of his jeans while my knees were pressing hard against the backseat cushion, causing some unpleasant sensation. But I didn't mind. He needed my blood. I had to help him. I owed it to him to help him get rid of the pain.

As I'd told him before again and again, I was willing to help him any way I could, especially whenever he needed my blood to control his sporadic pain attacks. But now...my brain couldn't help but question whether he thought my blood would be enough to satiate his thirst.

Perhaps he only saw me as a temporary relief to his insufferable mental and physical anguish. But should I feel bad about it? Because he only needed me for my blood?

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