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FIFTY-TWO

Author: Betty__Kris
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FIFTY-TWO

Isabelle had not expected to smile at his dry attempt at cracking a joke but she did anyway. There was no Luciano, just her and Alessandro and for some reason, it felt right this way. She held his gaze on her for minutes, there was no talking—just silence and intense staring.

Probably because she didn't know what to say or how to react. She couldn't even remember all the things she had said earlier, and she struggled with her mind to remember them all.

“Considering how annoying you can be, it’s not surprising that even death couldn't keep you,” Alessandro continued, his hand cupping her chin softly letting it feel like a caress to her skin. Isabelle swallowed. She wasn’t used to this new sarcastic Alessandro that thrived on dry humor. It felt so surprising and unfamiliar at the same time. She didn't respond to the comment he made, instead she pointed towards the jar of water indicating that she was thirsty.

Alessandro didn't say anything but proceeded in pouring her a glass
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  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   EIGHTY-THREE

    EIGHTY-THREEEverything was messed up.Every. Single. Thing.He had failed. He had fucking failed. And right now, the sight of this woman clinging onto his arms for support was a sheer reminder of how much of a failure he was.He wasn't one to go gentle on a woman during sex. Damn it! He didn't even know the word existed not until today. Sex was always about satisfying hormones to him—had always been brutal. It didn't matter who it was so long as there was a release. But today, it felt like everything he believed was changing bit by bit in ways he couldn't understand. And he was never one to be in the confused crowd.He restrained himself?Why…why the fuck did he not have his way with her the way he normally did when his anger takes possession of him? Was this some sort of earthly joke taking it's toil on him?He had genuinely wanted her to enjoy the feeling of sex, didn't want her to feel the painful side of it. That was care and he didn't fucking show care to anyone.So why this on

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   EIGHTY-TWO

    EIGHTY-TWO“I shouldn’t…”Alessandro’s words trailed off, and she was too weak to stop him. She didn't want to talk and she didn't want to hear what he had to say. She didn't want to do anything except lie here and go over what had just happened, second by glorious second. To remember the way he had kissed her. The way he pushed deep inside her,and then the growing awareness of her body's reaction, which had seemed too good to be true. Only it hadn't been. It had been very real and true.Alessandro Moretti just broke her virginity and it had been perfect more than she always imagined. She expelled a long, slow breath of satisfaction. Suddenly, she realized all the fuss and hype and everything that went with it. Sex was amazing.It didn't matter that it had been on the desk. It didn't matter that she had done it with her captor who was also her husband. Because all she saw whenever she closed her eyes was Alessandro thrusting in and out of her and she loving it. She had made promises

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   EIGHTY-ONE

    EIGHTY-ONE“You're so fucking mine,” Alessandro declared as he got off from licking every drop of orgasm that came out through her. He was above her now as he held his cock guiding it into her entrance. He pushed the tip inside—almost gently, stretching her wide. It hurt. It hurt so fucking much. She couldn't help the cry that emanated from her as he went in deeper. She dug her fingers into the skin at his back…digging that would surely leave a mark.“I'm sorry,” she heard him say as he stilled a bit, still terribly hard inside her. As he stared down into her face, into her eyes which were wide and filled with tears, he couldn't work out if her sound was from pain or pleasure—or both. Suppressing the need to just slam in deeper, he leaned down towards her face and he kissed her—this time slowly and rather passionate like he wanted to soothe whatever pain she was feeling.She kissed him back with the same fevor as she felt him harden even more inside her pussy. He hadn’t moved a bit

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   EIGHTY

    EIGHTYThose words should scare her, should make her want to run away from him to a room farthest as possible, but no, they did the exact opposite—sent pools of heat down to her core.He dropped her on the extremely large desk at the center of the study. A desk that could contain three people if they wanted.Oh my God…was he going to?She didn't finish that thought not when he slammed his lips against her seeking her submission—her surrender. And she let him take what he wanted, let him have all the control.He was so fucking hard because she could still feel his length pressing into her. She was trapped between his huge strong body and her own the smaller, fragile one. He kissed her until she was melting. Her lips opened eagerly beneath his as she moved restlessly in his arms. His tongue lashing against hers. Hands tangled in her hair, he yanked her hair back making her neck arch.“Fuck!” he growled against her mouth. He could taste every single drink she had taken into this pretty

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SEVENTY-NINE

    SEVENTY-NINEIsabelle buried her head into her lap the moment the bullet hit him. She didn't need to see any of these anymore. She was really terrified right now.This was supposed to be a business party, how did it end up in bloodshed? The noise seemed to have calmed down. She looked up slowly, noticing that the masked men had escaped, with only five of them dead and they were up to twenty if not more. Women, children, and some of Alessandro’s men lay dead on the floor in their own pool of blood.The sight nauseated her.And this reminded her that she would never get used to this—used to his world. It would always seem foreign to her.Alessandro stood before her as he extended his hand towards her and she hesitantly took it, as he helped her on her feet. As soon as she got on her feet, she fell into an embrace with him, felt his hands slowly graze her back in a bid to comfort her. She cried even more.“They're…they're dead,” she murmured, unable to shake the terrified feeling off. H

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SEVENTY-EIGHT

    SEVENTY-EIGHTShe shivered instantly at those words, and his being close to her was not helping her out either.He didn't mean that…or did he?“Don't talk to me about being angry. The Prince was more nicer than you've ever been,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.“Nicer because he called you beautiful? Because he spoke a little Spanish to sway you towards him? Oh, don't be stupid, Isabelle,” he spoke arrogantly. “He only did that to get to me.”“Don't call me that,” she warned. “I'm not stupid.”“Well you're acting like you are”“And you're acting crazy”And that seemed to have triggered him because his grip on her tightened.“I’m acting crazy? I'm acting crazy? But you're the one looking like that just by being in that dress. You're the one taking my breath away every fucking single time I've looked at you this night making me want to do away with this party and carry you away from here to rid myself of this damn fever that has been raging in my blood this whole night. Y

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