Todos os capítulos de A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

VINCENZO VOLKOV After lunch with Little Mouse, I returned to my office and began reviewing some documents. As I scanned through the reports, I discovered that my wine company had slipped behind the competition. It had only placed third at the International Grand Cru Awards, a prestigious event recognizing the finest wine producers globally. This wasn't where we belonged—third place wasn't enough.Tomorrow morning, I’ll be making a visit to the wine company before heading to Prime Estates. While I have several businesses under my belt, Prime Estates is the one I’m most passionate about. It’s not just another venture for me; it’s where I envision my legacy taking shape. I’m determined to pour my energy into making it a standout success.As I glanced at the wall clock, realization hit me: it was already past two. With a sigh, I shut down my laptop, set aside my writing materials, and left the office.The silence of the night enveloped me, and the cool breeze felt refreshing against my s

VINCENZO VOLKOV;“What the hell is this?” I slammed the files onto the table, my voice dripping with anger. Nothing irritates me more than lazy workers riding on the back of my hard work.“Boss… that’s the sales report from last month,” he stammered, and I couldn’t help but smirk coldly.“Last month’s sales?” I leaned in, my tone rising. “Are you telling me we only sold ten thousand cartons of wine?” I half-shouted, grabbing something nearby and tossing it at him. I didn’t care what it was, not when this was the mess I had to deal with.“I’m sorry, Boss… please forgive me!” the pathetic excuse for a manager pleaded, trembling as he spoke. His whining only fueled my anger, making my blood boil.“You think 'sorry' is going to fix this?” I growled, flipping through the files, my eyes narrowing as I saw the gaps. “Where’s the rest of the income, huh? Where’s the money?” I demanded, my voice like thunder in the room.He stuttered, unable to look me in the eye. “I-I… I didn’t mean to, Boss.

Victoria Washington;He spanked me again, this time harder, making me cry out, but instead of pulling away, his fingers found their way back inside me, filling me completely. His other hand snaked around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp."Tell me, Little Mouse," he growled against my neck, his pace relentless now. "Do you want me to stop? Or should I keep fucking you until you're screaming for me?”His fingers plunged into me again, harder this time, making my knees buckle. The sensation was overwhelming, every thrust pushing me closer to a place I wasn’t sure I could handle. My body reacted on its own, hips rolling back against his hand, desperate for more even though I didn’t want to admit it."That's it, Little Mouse," he purred in my ear, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. "Your body knows what it wants, even if you don’t."He kept going, each stroke deliberate and deep, fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that made my legs tremble. I tried

VINCENZO VOLKOV;"Come sit, Little Mouse." I tapped my lap, watching her defiance flare in her eyes as she glared at me. She hesitated, swallowing hard, but the chains on her ankles clinked as she shuffled toward me. When she finally reached me, she sat down, her body stiff, squirming as if the very idea of touching me made her skin crawl. "Uncomfortable, are we?" I smiled, running my fingers through her hair. "Open your mouth."I lifted a spoonful of chicken soup to her lips. She hesitated, then took it, swallowing mechanically, her eyes darting away from mine as she sniffled."How is it?" I asked softly, though I already knew she wouldn't respond. Silence. Just as I expected. "Ah... so you don't like it," I mused, pushing the plate away with a flick of my wrist. "Such a shame." Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the key to her chains, the metallic clink echoing in the room as I unlocked them. Her wrists and ankles were free, for now."Come with me." My voice was low, commandi

VICTORIA WASHINGTON;I watched as Vincenzo addressed his employees, and I couldn’t help but shake my head. There was no way I could work for someone with an ego taller than Mount Everest.Just then, a stunning woman stepped forward, her skin glowing with a warm radiance that turned heads. "Hello, Mr. Volkov. I'm Juliet Taylor," she introduced herself with a graceful smile, extending her hand toward Vincenzo.I broke my silence, captivated. “You’re beautiful, Juliet.” Heads turned in my direction, surprised—I hadn’t commented on any of the other models who’d walked through the door, but something about Juliet was undeniably striking.“Oh, thank you… Mrs…?”“Mrs. Victoria,” I replied with a smile.Before Evelyn could speak, Vincenzo held up his hand, silencing her. His gaze fixed on Juliet, assessing her with a piercing look."Juliet, right?” he said, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully.“Yes, Juliet Taylor.”A slight smile curved his lips. “Well, I think we’ve just found our new model amba