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THIRTY-THREE

Author: Betty__Kris
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THIRTY-THREE

“Crawl to me,Isabelle,” she heard him say meanwhile her entire being screamed at her to decline.

She hesitated, opening her mouth to murmur her refusal. He noticed and halted her before she could speak,

“Jesus, for once just do what you're told and get those legs walking!” Alessandro barked out. “I wouldn't want to hurt you,” he added, his tone low this time around making it sound like a threat.

She flinched at the harsh edge of his words. His words resounded in her ears, compelling her to take steps forward. She stood,in front of him,unsure of what to do next.

“Go down on your knees,” he ordered, tapping the cigarette on the tray before dropping it in. Isabelle’s body trembled just at the mere thought,if what she was thinking was what he wanted to do.

“Why?”

His eyebrows furrowed blending with his facial features into a frown. “I hate repeating myself.” She sulked a bit then she gave into his demands and slowly went down to her knees. Alessandro grinned, relishing in the
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  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   EIGHTY-FOUR

    EIGHTY-FOURA blush crept up her cheeks when she remembered how he covered her up last night and snuggled her even closer to him. His voice whispering those words that echoed in her head,“Go to sleep, Isabelle.” He whispered them when she tried to get her sleepy eyes open the moment she felt a huge frame slip right next to her on the bed. His voice was a reassurance that it wasn't just some unknown person but the man beside her was her husband. She had slept off while trying to wait up for him, and couldn't tell the exact time he slipped into bed. Sleeping next to him felt so good because they hadn't slept together since she became his wife with the exception of when he had a fever.It almost felt so new to her…almost unreal. And the fact that she woke up to an empty bed space beside her was enough to fuel the unreal mentality even more making it seem like last night was all a dream. Her cheeks reddened even more when she noticed his bite marks on both sides of her neck. It made he

  • 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

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