All Chapters of The Mafia's Willing Prey: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-TWO “What do you want?” Alessandro asked. Isabelle stopped and looked him in the eye. “I'm taking control,” she answered with a straight face. Then, she got up from her knees and stepped away from him. “And I want to watch you lose control to a… woman.” Alessandro exhaled deeply and yet again, he didn't speak up to her. “Can you… can you take it?” she asked, referring to a whole different issue altogether. “I can take whatever it is you have to offer.” He only gave that answer because he really wanted to find out how far this would go. For the first time, he was beyond thrilled to know what a woman had planned for him. He took a little glimpse at his naked self and almost laughed. He undressed himself first in the club and now, she did the second undressing. And he was being kidnapped by a woman. If anything, his life just turned interesting than how it has been for the past few months, even though he wouldn't describe the past year as interesting at a

ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FOUR“Please, Isabelle. Please, suck my cock.”Being in control, having all the power, she couldn't help but admit, it felt really good. The ruthless don of Cosa Nostra handing her control on a platter seemed so good to be true.But it was. It was the truth.Because right now, she was riling in the vulnerability being displayed on his face. It felt really, really good.Her gaze shifted from his face to the chains attached to each side of the headboard and back to him. Licking her lips, she slipped off him, kneeling in between his thighs.He jerked his hips again. “Suck my cock, baby,” he asked again, getting impatient.“You'll take only what I'm willing to give you.”He growled in response, a sound that meant he wasn't used to handing out his control to anyone let alone a woman. Isabelle smiled sinfully, hands wrapping around his base as she lowered her head into his lap.When her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, Alessandro couldn't stop his hips from l

ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SIX “Hand my control back to me,” he demanded, taking deep breaths at intervals. “Please, firecracker.” The water ran down their naked bodies, doing nothing to cool off the heat radiating off them. He wanted control. He wanted that very attribute that makes him Don Alessandro Moretti. She should deny him, should end this madness and ask him to get out. Instead, she deliberately raked her fingernails against his skin, leaving visible marks behind and that gave him the answer he needed. That was it. All he needed. His hands slid down her waist and he lifted her. “Tell me,” he growled, the ruthless mask coming on. “You ran from me, you left me without any trace… drove me fucking crazy and left me with an insatiable need for a damn fucking year. Tell me what that makes you.” “I'm sorry,” The apology came out surprisingly and she had no intention of letting it out in the first place. It came out as a moan when her legs wrapped around his waist and she could fe

ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-EIGHTThe smell of the basement was the first thing that hit him as he slowly rose from a dark lake of unconsciousness. Sweat. Dried blood and many other scents that told him—this is your new home. His wrists burned where they had been tied, and his arm?He quickly looked down at it and it had been stitched properly. It seemed like something that was done by a professional.The previous events rushed back to him. And he suddenly wondered how long he had been here—a few hours or days? He had no idea. Everything was still a bit blurry.In as much as he couldn't remember certain details, he couldn't forget the way Isabelle had looked at him when she held that gun.She glared at him like he was a monster… like she hated him with everything in her. He was supposed to be angry, supposed to feel the heat of her betrayal once again, but surprisingly, he didn't feel any of that.A swell of emotion tugged at his chest, and he smiled. She finally knew how to pull the fu

ONE-HUNDRED AND EIGHTY “How do you know about the ledger?” Alessandro inquired while trying to keep his temper in check. “I’ve always known.” “You're not a good liar, tesoro, and you know it.” She looked away but only for a second, then her eyes were back on him again. “Will you give it to me or not?” “No,” he answered flatly. “I won't, because I know you're not the one who needs it. Alexei is seeking his revenge for his sister and he's using you to accomplish that aim. I will not let him succeed in whatever delusional plan he has up his sleeves.” “Why do you think Alexei is the reason I want it? You don't think I'm capable of taking you down… do you? You've always seen me as the scared little girl that can't do anything.” “I don't want you to have the wrong impression. That's far from what I’m really thinking about you.” Her voice was shaky now, but he could see she was trying her possible best to keep it steady. “You won't divorce me and set me free, and you also wouldn't han