MAFIA RUTHLESS:BOOK ONE **************** The devil's captive became his heart's keeper. **************** Revenge! The only thing the strong ,powerful and ruthless mafia don Alessandro Moretti has harboured for years. When he discovers the identity of his mother's killer,he doesn't go after the man alone. He wants everything belonging to Giovanni Conti burnt to the ground,including his most valuable possession-his daughter. Auctioned off by her uncle to the highest bidder,Isabelle Conti's fate is sealed. Not until masked gunmen crash her wedding,and she wakes up in the don's den. She becomes his captive. His obsession...His willing prey. His weapon of vengeance. Isabelle Conti turns out to be different from the others,this time around she doesn't want his affection...she needs his downfall. And when she finally has him where she wants him and she's torn between her feelings and surrendering to the ruthless don. One question threatens to destroy everything, Have you ever loved me?
View MoreONE-HUNDRED AND FOURAlessandro pulled his dick out, his entire body protesting. He helped her back up till she was facing him—the both of them completely naked.His eyes greedily roamed around her body, lingering more on her breasts. And now he knew, he had a thing for her breasts.The perky tits were nothing but perfect as they stood proudly, her nipples hard and pointing. He could suck them all day without feeling the need to stop.“Hold my cock,” he demanded, leaning in closer towards her, their lips almost touching.His command made her blink. She swallowed. But she still slid her fingertips down his body, ghosting over his abs, stopping just above his groin.Alessandro bit back a groan the moment those soft hands engulfed his cock into them. The sensation almost killing him.“Isa…belle”She struggled to encircle her hand around his cock. He was just too big.“Put me in your pussy.”He shifted closer towards her, bumping the head of his cock against her heat.“You're fucking soa
ONE-HUNDRED AND THREE⚠-18+Her eyes remained locked on his lap, and when he pulled the band of his boxers low enough for his dick to spring free, she sucked in an inhale. Like she was holding her breath, waiting to see it even though she said she didn't want him earlier.Alessandro’s hand closed around the base of his dick. Squeezing.“You're going to stay right there, Isabelle,” he said, when he noticed her biting on her lower lip. “And watch,” he added, dragging his hand up his length, squeezing a bit tighter just below the tip. “And I’ll be waiting…waiting for when you beg for my cock. But before that happens, you'll do exactly what I say.”Isabelle made a sound—something in between disbelief and excitement. He gripped his base with his hand as he started to stroke. “Now, slide your hand down and touch yourself. I want to watch you.”“Alessandro…” she started off in a bid to protest. To tell him she wasn't turned on. To tell him she wasn't going to do as he said. But he could see
ONE-HUNDRED AND TWOWhile she stroked her hand up and down his length, her other hand remained on his thigh for balance, her fingers digging into his muscle. Impatiently, Alessandro reaching out for her hair, pushed her head forward, urging her to take more than she already had.Surprisingly, Isabelle reached up as she put her hand over his on the back of her head. She pushed his hand forward, urging herself to go in deeper. Alessandro still thrilled, arched his hips higher…faster, thrusting in and out of her mouth—fucking her lips—her into oblivion.He could feel her muscles convulse around him while she struggled to catch up with his new-found pace. Gripping her hair, he pulled her off his dick letting her catch her breath for a while.Isabelle still had her hand on his cock and she didn't stay idle, she ran her grip up and down his length letting his pre-cum fill her hands. “Fuck. Isabelle. Fuck,” he breathed out. “Fuck, Baby girl, I'm…I'm going to cum…I can't…”His eyes were stil
ONE HUNDRED AND ONE“Say those words to me again.”Isabelle bit her bottom lip gently, trying to control whatever feeling brewing inside of her. She was at the verge of giving in to the pleasure he was offering, but then she remembered…He locked her up in the torture chamber despite her numerous pleas. He has been ignoring her for days. There hasn't been a single moment of affection between them since these few days, and here he was, doing what he knew best to do.Using her body's response to his advantage. Reluctantly, she slapped his hand off her breasts taking him off guard.“I said,” she started off, looking at him with the littlest amount of defiance. “Do not touch me.”Alessandro seemed amused. He didn't look like he took that rejection seriously. Almost like he was too confident. “You say one thing, firecracker, and your body says another,” Alessandro teased, coming closer breaching the little space that had been there when she slapped his hand off.“I mean every single word
ONE-HUNDREDA beep.Another beep.And another…Isabelle grabbed her phone from the dressing table in haste. She knew who it was…knew what had her phone buzzing up all over again.It was the unknown number again.The same number she couldn't trace nor identify. The same number that had been leaving a number of little beep calls and messages. It terrified her that she had no idea who it was. Isabelle sucked in a deep breath when she saw the notification of the message sent to her by the unknown number.¡_________________________¡Unknown: Photo☮¡_________________________¡She clicked on the photo button, and the next thing she saw was an image of Alessandro—he wasn't alone. Ava, with her ginger colored hair and brown eyes stood right by him. There was a faint smile on their faces, with their hands entangled into each other.Her heart sank, she sat on the bed—speechless, needing time to comprehend what she was seeing.Who was this?Why were they sending her pictures of Alessandro and hi
NINETY-NINEDays had turned into weeks—two to be precise, and they still had not spoken to each other yet. No Alessandro. Just signs that said he had been around. She never got to see him because he always made sure he came in when she was finally asleep after hours of waiting up for him, and left before she would wake up. No matter how much she tried to wake up earlier than usual to spot him beside her, she just never did. Alessandro knew her way more than she knew herself. With the way everything was, there was only one insinuation she had. He was clearly avoiding her. She knew he always came back home, just not to her. It was like the same pattern was playing out all over again, and it was getting exhausting. His men wouldn't even tell her where he was which only meant Alessandro didn't want her knowing. And Iit hurt…quite a lot.And now, just like before, the library had become her personal place of comfort, and sometimes the studio. She was finally doing that painting. The one
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