All Chapters of The Mafia's Willing Prey: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ONE HUNDRED AND ONE“Say those words to me again.”Isabelle bit her bottom lip gently, trying to control whatever feeling brewing inside of her. She was at the verge of giving in to the pleasure he was offering, but then she remembered…He locked her up in the torture chamber despite her numerous pleas. He has been ignoring her for days. There hasn't been a single moment of affection between them since these few days, and here he was, doing what he knew best to do.Using her body's response to his advantage. Reluctantly, she slapped his hand off her breasts taking him off guard.“I said,” she started off, looking at him with the littlest amount of defiance. “Do not touch me.”Alessandro seemed amused. He didn't look like he took that rejection seriously. Almost like he was too confident. “You say one thing, firecracker, and your body says another,” Alessandro teased, coming closer breaching the little space that had been there when she slapped his hand off.“I mean every single word

ONE-HUNDRED AND THREE⚠-18+Her eyes remained locked on his lap, and when he pulled the band of his boxers low enough for his dick to spring free, she sucked in an inhale. Like she was holding her breath, waiting to see it even though she said she didn't want him earlier.Alessandro’s hand closed around the base of his dick. Squeezing.“You're going to stay right there, Isabelle,” he said, when he noticed her biting on her lower lip. “And watch,” he added, dragging his hand up his length, squeezing a bit tighter just below the tip. “And I’ll be waiting…waiting for when you beg for my cock. But before that happens, you'll do exactly what I say.”Isabelle made a sound—something in between disbelief and excitement. He gripped his base with his hand as he started to stroke. “Now, slide your hand down and touch yourself. I want to watch you.”“Alessandro…” she started off in a bid to protest. To tell him she wasn't turned on. To tell him she wasn't going to do as he said. But he could see

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

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

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