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56: Not a Good Man
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The Mafia's Stolen Bride 57: In Jeopardy
"Hmm... How do you think people will react when they see me whip your reddened behind?" I suppressed a whimper, my eyes fixated on the bustling street below, stealing glances to ensure our intimate act remained concealed from prying eyes on neighboring balconies. I felt both mortified and ashamed, yet an undeniable thrill coursed through me. "No. No, sir." "Do you desire me to punish you, my dear Madeline, to absolve you of your transgressions?" I hesitated, taking several deep breaths. The sharp impact against my bare buttocks served as a reminder not to displease him. "Yes. Please, sir." Victor entwined his hand in my hair, gently tugging until my neck was exposed. "So be it, then." Aware that he had retreated into the shadows, observing and analyzing me, I shifted uneasily, buffeted by the wind against my naked body. I felt so alive, every muscle tingling with anticipation. I had never experienced such a potent mixture of excitement and humiliation. The combination left my aro
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 58: One way or another
VICTOR Proposing to Madeline had not been part of my initial plan. In fact, I had been determined to push her away, believing that her life would always be filled with danger and hardships. Besides, I never saw myself as the marrying type. I chuckled softly to myself as I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. We were only a few miles away from her father's estate, and I had made a demanding request for an audience with Antonio, her father. Surprisingly, he didn't seem taken aback by my request, although I hadn't mentioned that Madeline would be accompanying me. She was my weakness, but also an integral part of my being. The idea of marriage had never crossed my mind until I heard the fatal gunshot that ended the life of a man I once trusted. It was in that moment that I realized how fleeting life could be. The ring on Madeline's finger belonged to my mother, one of the few pieces of jewelry my father had given her that held sentimental value. Deep down, I knew my mother would have
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 59: What a Mess
He remained silent, and in a matter of seconds, she grabbed his arm, causing him to nearly stumble. As I approached, he raised his hand, gesturing for me to stop, shaking his head. "My daughter deserves an explanation. I assume that's why you're here." She laughed, her hand poised as if she were about to strike him. "Don't," I interjected softly. Madeline recoiled, exhaling sharply. "You're right. He's not worth it." I knew there was more to her father's anguish and the decision he had made. "You were aware that my father had fallen in love with Sophia Massimo." Antonio appeared taken aback, almost pleasantly surprised, as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. "Yes. I introduced them. You see, there was a time when I had feelings for Sophia, but we were distant cousins. When she went to America to pursue an acting career, I followed her progress, occasionally visiting her when I was there on business. I had already begun taking over from my father, so my presence was req
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 60: Held more meaning
Monte Carlo Under the radiant sunshine of a picturesque afternoon, we graced the red carpets of my movie premiere. The crowd, numbering in the thousands, eagerly gathered to catch a glimpse of a mafia king portrayed as a hero—a spectacle fit for the annals of cinematic legends. However, deep down, I yearned to distance myself from this world. As the crowd chanted my name—"Carnal King! Carnal King!"—Madeline, my beloved, laughed beside me, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She clung to my arm, and as we walked, she couldn't help but comment on the spectacle unfolding before us. Her words were laced with both curiosity and a touch of disdain for my co-star, whose appearance resembled that of a fairy princess. Such thoughts, however, remained mere fantasies, as I chuckled along, playing my part in this grand performance. Amidst the camera flashes and the roar of the crowd, I maintained a vigilant watch, scanning the faces before me, even as I maintained the facade of delight. The ques
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 61: Learning to be a Good Man
"Madeline inquired about our destination, her unease lingering from the events at the premiere. I responded, intending to address the secrets that burdened us. Initially, I had no intention of opening Dante's envelope, as his words held no significance to me. However, feeling obligated to fulfill the dying man's wish, I reluctantly opened it, thereby altering my world once again. The contents inside brought forth a mix of heartbreak and solace. Eventually, I came to terms with the fact that he had bequeathed his entire estate and fortune to me through his will. It was tainted money, often referred to as blood money. Moreover, I discovered that I was also the heir to the Massimo mafia family, alongside my father's empire, which encompassed vast sums of money from drug trafficking and various legitimate investments. At some point after Dante's actual demise, a decision would need to be made. Dante deserved some credit for risking his entire reputation to rectify certain wrongs. While i
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 62: Who did this to you?
(This is the start of the volume 2. This is the side story which will focus on Rafael Reigo. He's a member of the mafia alliance) RAFAEL I was born into a position of power, the eldest son of a ruthless man devoid of morals. I was raised in a world where brutality and unforgiving actions were the norm. We were feared like gods, and anyone who crossed our path faced dire consequences. I took whatever I desired, regardless of the aftermath. Chicago was my playground, and my preferences leaned towards the depraved. I was a sadistic individual with little patience, but there was no time for amusement. The city streets were in turmoil, with rumors swirling around. I was determined to restore order, no matter what it took. Heads would roll. Lives would be lost. Obedience would be reinstated. Nobody dared interrupt me, fearing the consequences of my anger. That's why the sight of the tall, alluring woman caught my attention and ignited a primal desire within me. I tilted my head as she
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 63: Just a Thing
A few seconds went by. Then ten more. She struggled, avoiding eye contact as she tried to find the right words. I waited patiently, sipping my drink and contemplating how to handle the situation. "Listen, if you want my help, you're going to have to talk to me. I'm not known for my patience, so at least give me your name." After another pause and a faint moan, she finally spoke up. "Okay. I don't want to play games. I'm Emily Fiennes, Rafael. Maybe you remember me. I had nowhere else to go, and you're the only person I trust. The truth is, you're the only one who can protect me. If he finds me, he'll kill me." Her words hit me like a jolt of electricity, stirring up intense arousal that I hadn't felt in years. Memories flooded my mind, bittersweet and captivating. I gazed into her striking green eyes, momentarily lost in the past. "You belong to me," I asserted in a commanding tone, toying with the leather strap in my hand. "Yes, sir," Emily whispered, struggling against the rest
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 65: To Devour Her
"Oh, I understand," she replied, her back arching and her head tilting. Her captivating green eyes gazed back at me knowingly. She was fully aware of the passionate encounter that awaited us. Taking a deep breath, I leaned in and kissed her passionately, eagerly parting her lips with my tongue. The taste of her surpassed my expectations, a combination of sweetness and the boldness of scotch. It was a powerful aphrodisiac, and I found myself completely captivated by her mystery. As I pulled her body closer to mine, she moaned into the kiss and pressed her hands against me. I loved the sensation of her fingers digging into my skin, leaving a pleasurable hint of pain. I gripped her hair firmly, bringing her even closer to me. She responded by moving her hips against mine, igniting a powerful desire within me. The kiss became an intense expression of passion, and I couldn't get enough of her. I dominated her tongue with ease, reveling in the wild and primal connection we shared. Emily
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