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TWENTY-EIGHT

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TWENTY-EIGHT

“You think I've got no idea what you're up to?” Alessandro questioned.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” she denied.

Alessandro gritted his teeth in anger.

He was sick of her playing seductress and him, the victim. He was getting frustrated at the fact that he couldn't slam into her just exactly the way he wanted to.

He needed to teach his little firecracker a lesson but he wouldn't touch her yet. He wanted her to come begging him for it. The only thing that could be heard in the bathroom was their heavy breathing. Their eyes glued to each other with neither of them daring to look away.

She pushed her tits forward,a silent plea for him to suck them.

What was she doing?

She couldn't tell. The only thing she was sure of was the fact that right now she was only potraying herself as a slut.

Did she care? Right now,she didn't. Perhaps,she would later but now she liked the idea of being different and rebellious on her wedding night. She wanted to give him her virginit
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  • 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

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SEVENTY-SEVEN

    SEVENTY-SEVENWrong move, wife.A very wrong move, wife.Alessandro was finding it hard to contain the storm brewing inside him. Not in his wildest imaginations had he ever thought that a woman would drive him this crazy—a woman could make him want to lose control.Not just any woman—it was this one.The one sitting right across him, just close to this loser Rafael. He watched her as she swayed her hips seductively while trying to sit close to Rafael before she finally sat that ass down. Nothing could have prepared him for this moment.And they say patience is the greatest virtue. Whoever made that quote was probably drunk at that moment, and out of their damn mind.“Shall we proceed?” Rafael asked, his eyes gleaming with victory.Still gnashing his teeth,he nodded. “Yes,” the answer seemed more forced than normal.He was a pro at this. He was never one to lose at a poker game no matter how hard his opponent tried and Rapheal knew that too well, because every fucking time he would alw

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SEVENTY-SIX

    SEVENTY-SIXShe just broke his first rule for tonight. She let him kiss her hand, and no one was supposed to do that. But it was her after all, expect anything contrary from whatever you say when it comes to his little firecracker. Was it her plan to test his limits tonight? Because she was fucking testing and succeeding at it. He wouldn't deny that she looked absolutely breathtaking—even though he hadn't told her that, but that wasn't an explicit warranty that she could smile at all the men tonight. All the men which ofcourse included this one,The Crown Prince Rafael de Ortega.A Spanish royal and a soon to be strategic business partner, because that was the only reason Prince Rafael was here—for business, and that business did not include his wife in any way. But here she was falling for those sharp cheekbones, sapphire cufflinks, and that smug grin that came naturally to men who have never been denied anything.He watched as Isabelle genuinely smiled at him when he spoke to her i

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