LOGIN“Thank fuck, you’re here,” Pietro sounded. “She didn’t take an epidural or whatever the fuck that is.” “What?” Rose had told me about it, how it could reduce the pain. But if she had not taken it— A loud cry sounded from the other side of the door, and my breath hitched. “Luciano, you need to go
LUCIANO “Have our men withdrawn from New York?” I asked, scrolling through the articles on my laptop. “It’s been eight fucking months since the break.” The inactivity in the east and west, both Cosa Nostra and Outfit, had been very nerve-wracking. Since the dramatic outbreak between Belle and Adon
I smiled. “What do you plan?”“Do you have any plans?”“Nothing big, but I was hoping to buy a country house.” Her smile lit up. “I mean, we certainly can’t raise this kid and our future children in a penthouse. They need a proper environment, sizeable space to run around.”“Our future children? How
Luciano was at the altar, his hands behind his back, his curly, dirty-blond hair pushed back, and behind him was Pietro, dressed in a tuxedo, since he was the best man along with Rione, and Lys and Sabina were the bridesmaids.I met Luciano’s stare and every thought I had left my mind. Even with all
ROSALINEI was not sure why I was doing this. What I knew was my attempts would go in vain and I would be shattered yet again, but I had to try one last time. I had to call Dom.Standing in front of the long mirror—dressed in an off-shoulder sheath-wedding gown with netted sleeves and hair properly
“Even my extra weight?”“Yeah, even my child’s weight.” Smirking, he added, “I liked you with the pink hair. What else could you possibly want?”“Okay, my pink hair wasn’t that bad.”***“There’s a tradition we should talk about,” Luciano said, coming out of the washroom in nothing but a towel wrapp
“I think I’m turning into a sex addict,” she said, grinning. “I had an aversion toward sex and the topic, yet here I am. This is my third time having sex in a night.” “Just like my need overwhelms me, yours overwhelms you as well.” I entered her and began thrusting. Like the time at the dining tabl
“Are you sure you can, De Luca?” she asked and slowly wheeled around and pressed her body to mine. Looping one of her hands around my shoulder, she shoved the other between us and held my cock in a tight grasp, making me gasp. “Do you think you can make me forget the guilt of doing this? Do you thin
I was not sure if she would want her real identity to be revealed, so I left it to her. “Rose Garnier,” she said, extending her hand. Daeron returned with a light shake. “Garnier? French?” “Oui.” “Moi aussi. C'est Daeron Dupont,” Daeron said. “J'espère que vous apprécierez votre séjour ici.” (I
LUCIANO I had never liked people who talked a lot, but in Rose’s case, it was the complete opposite. The way her lips curved when she said something interesting or when her button nose scrunched, remembering a horrendous memory. She had not talked about Cosa Nostra or her relationship with Adonis







