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16 Chapters

The Mafia Don’s Temptation /Blue Writer🦋

CHAPTER ELEVENARIAI woke up before the sun rose. There wasn't much sleep I could get, especially since I could only remain in a particular position due to the way my hands were handcuffed to the headboard. From where I was restrained, I watched as The sun filtered into the room through the window and the light rays fell on my skin. My heart tugged painfully. I don't know when next I'll be able to stand directly under the sun, under the moonlight or even in snow. I don't even know if I'll ever be able to do that.My thoughts were interrupted as I heard the sound of the door opening. Maximo showed up in my room more frequently now and I wonder why.I knew why, even though I didn't want to think about it. He liked seeing me like this; tied up and waiting. I inhaled a sharp breath as I remembered the way he confessed those words to me. I remembered the way his words made me feel things I shouldn't be feeling, and I became angry all of a sudden.“Shouldn’t you be at work?” I asked witho

Chapter Twelve

The Mafia Don’s Temptation /Blue Writer🦋

CHAPTER TWELVEARIAA shocked gasp escaped my lips as Maximo’s lips covered mine. Everything in my head screamed for me to push him away, but the feel of his soft lips probing mine sent a hot sensation throughout my body.The kiss felt like I was being devoured from the inside. His tongue pushed its way past the barrier of my teeth, and soon, I was giving in to his every desire. He braced his hands on the headboard, hovering over me as one of his hands grabbed my thigh.A quiet moan escaped my lips and I desperately wanted to grab him before I remembered that I was handcuffed to the bed. My heart thumped against my chest as our mouths melded into one.His tongue explored my mouth and then trailed along my neck before dipping under my collarbone. He made small circles with his fingertip around the base of my throat and I couldn’t stop myself from shivering in pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, making me forget about everything else. Making me forget that he threatened to kill me

Chapter Thirteen

The Mafia Don’s Temptation /Blue Writer🦋

MAXIMO Loud sounds filled the room as my fists hit the punching bag before me repeatedly. I’d been here for the past hour, and yet, I still had all the pent-up anger inside me. The look of betrayal in Aria’s eyes kept replaying in my head over and over again. It kept me awake throughout last night and unfocused in my office throughout today. My chest squeezed with a feeling I wasn’t used to. Regret. I hated it. I hated how I wished I could go back to change my actions. I hated how it seemed that I cared. I shouldn’t care. I didn’t earn the nickname Scar because I went around feeling bad for my actions and letting guilt eat me up. I also didn’t become the youngest Don in the Cosa Nostra through that means as well. All these new…emotions and feelings were because of one girl. One girl I should kill but just can’t. One girl who seems to have a strong effect on me. “Fuck!” I growled as my fist came in contact with the punching bag, swinging it in my opposite direction. My limbs felt

Chapter Fourteen

The Mafia Don’s Temptation /Blue Writer🦋

ARIA‘I didn’t know you were such a whore.’‘…after all, you fucked a stranger on your first day here.’Maximo’s cruel words continued to ring in my head as I lay in bed. He was right. I was cheap and worthless. How could I even let him touch me after he kidnapped me and had plans to kill me later in the future? How could I let him touch me with the same hand that he has used to kill a countless number of people? How could I even get aroused by a man who had that much blood on his hands?I felt disgusted with myself. My mother would definitely be ashamed of me.My head turned to gaze outside the window. It had gotten dark outside. I could see some stars twinkling in the skyMy thoughts were distracted when the room door was pushed open. My heart skipped a beat. I said a silent prayer, hoping it was not Maximo. I wasn’t sure I could handle seeing him after what happened and the things he’d said yesterday.I released a relieved breath as I saw that it was Maria.“Good morning,” she gree

Chapter Fifteen

The Mafia Don’s Temptation /Blue Writer🦋

ARIAMaximo didn’t come to my room in days. Four days to be exact. I tried to pretend like I didn’t care about it. I tried to pretend that his sudden absence, just after I heard him with another woman, didn’t bother me. But it did. Each time I heard someone at my bedroom door, the rate of my heartbeat doubled, hoping he was the one. I was always disappointed when I saw Maria with a tray of food and her usual emotionless face.My heart clenched at the thought of how easy it was for him to replace me with another woman. Did he even have to replace me? Was I ever relevant in his life?Caterina Gallo. She was his lover, his woman. I tried to think of how he acted around her. Does he always threaten to kill her like he does with me? Or does he love her? Did she manage to weave her way into the dark depths of his heart? The more I thought about it, the more my own heart cracked.Why did I care this much? Why did my heart clench painfully whenever I thought of him? Each day, I tried not to

Chapter Sixteen

The Mafia Don’s Temptation /Blue Writer🦋

MAXIMOA gruff curse escaped my lips as I stood up from my bed. I've been tossing and turning on my bed, unable to sleep. I need a smoke. Opening my nightstand drawer, I took out a packet of cigarettes and the lighter beside it. I slipped out a stick and lit it, before dropping the lighter back in the nightstand drawer with the rest of the pack. "Cazzo,” I cursed again as I tried to disperse the thick smoke that filled my room from the lit stick. For some odd reason, the smoke felt suffocating.Standing up, I walked to my balcony to get some fresh night air. I stood there and took a deep huff from my cigarettes. If Mama saw me right now, she would lose her mind. She hated that Papa smoked. She would tell him that he would die of cancer or suffer a terrible disease that would leave him frail and weak. The first and only day she saw me smoking a cigar I’d stolen from Papa’s office, she cursed me out loud and told me that I would become one of the sbandato who stood on the road and be

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