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ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVEN
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The Mafia's Willing Prey ONE-HUNDRED AND NINE
ONE-HUNDRED AND NINEThe Past- Alessandro- AGE 25It was still him.It waa Alessandro. Her new husband.She closed her eyes for a split second, reopening them to be sure this wasn't all a dream. It wasn't.It was real.She was actually here—on his bed.The moment she landed on the bed, she shifted back towards the headboard, hoping it might offer some comfort or perhaps, save her from this nighmare. She couldn't lie to herself even if she wanted to. She didn't want this man.She couldn't want him.She couldn't give him her virginity. It just wasn't meant for him.But, if she refused to bed with Alessandro tonight, Antonio just might…No, she wouldn't take that risk. She just couldn't.With that, more tears streamed down her eyes down to her cheeks as she firmly clutched at her wedding dress refusing to let go.“Take the dress off,” he ordered, the smell of alcohol filling the entire room.She shook her head persistently like she was confused between thoughts. “No…please.”Her respons
The Mafia's Willing Prey ONE-HUNDRED AND EIGHT
ONE-HUNDRED AND EIGHTThe Past- Alessandro- AGE 25Everything about this woman was mysterious, like there was more to her than was let on. Papá was definitely hiding something, but he just didn't know what. He couldn't tell what it was and that alone kept him on edge.Who was she?Where did she come from?So many questions, yet no valid answer.She sat in front of the dressing mirror, gazing at her reflection, while being fully aware of his presence in the room. None of them wanted to be the first to speak up, and Alessandro wondered how long it would take before he would lose the last bit of self-control he had left.Ginger coloured hair. Brown eyes. Hair that felt like he was looking at fire. This woman was beautiful, that was one fact he couldn't deny but, it didn't change the fact that he didn't want to marry her. On one hand was his marriage to Ava, and on the other hand was his role as the don of La Cosa Nostra. And he definitely did not want to forfeit the power that came with
The Mafia's Willing Prey ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVEN
ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVEN “My dear, you're even prettier than we thought,” one of them said. Isabelle shifted in her seat, her face managed to pull up a faint smile. “Thank you.” They all laughed at her response. Their laughter echoing in the room making it seem as though there was a massive thunderstorm within them. “Oh. Don’t be so formal, my dear Isabelle. I wouldn’t have imagined less from my nephew here,” the one who had introduced himself as Ferdinand said. His eyes holding a glint of something Isabelle couldn't explain. “He does have eyes for good things.” And they all laughed out again. Everyone except Alessandro and Alessandro’s father, who she was very sure hated her to the core. It would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous at all. Sitting at a round table with scary-looking mafia lords was enough to keep her at the edge of her seat while struggling to force the food down her throat. They all had scars just like Alessandro but theirs didn't seem like they bore meanings
The Mafia's Willing Prey ONE-HUNDRED AND SIX
ONE-HUNDRED AND SIXHe was fucking addicted to having sex with his wife!Alessandro couldn't understand the craving. It's never been like this before with any other woman. With Isabelle—she makes him lose his goddamn mind. The urge was undeniable and unexplainable, one he didn't understand. Having sex with her last night was supposed to be a mistake. It was a mistake. One he had hoped wouldn't be repeated anytime soon. Was it her hair colour? Her eyes?How perfect those tits were?How thick her ass were?Or was it those lips that never shut up. That would always rile him up even when they knew they shouldn't. Proving to him that she just doesn't care about the consequences. What?What was it about her that got him so fucking addicted?Alessandro let the million questions flood in like they had every right being in his head. The truth was—he was supposed to avoid her. He had been doing that succesfully, but at the pool? He lost it when she decided to play seductress, and she didn't
The Mafia's Willing Prey ONE-HUNDRED AND FIVE
ONE-HUNDRED AND FIVE ¡_________________________¡ Get ready. We are attending a family dinner. ~~~~ From, Husband. ¡__________________________¡ She stared at the note in her hand for a few more minutes before laying it back onto the dressing table. There was no sign of Alessandro. Memories of last night overwhelmed her entire being, and all she could think of was what went down the previous night. It wasn't something she could deny, Last night was… hot. Like super hot. Isabelle buried her face into her hands, blushing uncontrollably when she remembered how wildly turned on she was, and how she clung to Alessandro like her life depended on it as he fucked her into oblivion. She had marks almost everywhere—lots of marks on her neck, the top of her chest, close to her tits and… She lifted the blanket and glanced down her naked body. Yep! There were marks on her thighs too. Isabelle swallowed, replaying the moans and groans from last night. And then she remem
The Mafia's Willing Prey ONE-HUNDRED AND FOUR
ONE-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
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