บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Boss Secret Desire: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

MindyI kick off my high heels and collapse onto the couch.My feet are throbbing with pain. Why did I even wear those heels to work? I could have easily completed all of my accounting tasks in sneakers or even just socks. Or barefoot. Who the hell needs high heels anyways? I want to slap the person who invented the damn thing!After drooling on the couch for about thirty minutes like the mess I am, I check the time. I have about an hour to take the nudes for Maurice before Betty, my roomie and my bestie, gets home with her latest company gossip.Besides my mother, Betty is the light of my life. She also works at Global Media, except she’s with human resources. And lucky for her, Maron Korolev isn’t her direct superior. Her job is way calmer than mine, and she always has the latest scoop about what's happening in her department and beyond. "Did you hear about Mark having a boyfriend?" Or "Have you met our new co-worker, Thomas? The stud with the black hair and the six-pack?" I couldn'

MaronWhat a lousy fucking day.As I rise from my leather chair, the vodka hits me hard. My head is buzzing but in a good way. My mind is cloudy and my body is relaxed, except for one part- my cock is half-hard. I'll either hit up a club and find some easy broad to fuck, or I'll call Elena, my fiancé. Give her a good pounding and send her home. There’s no way I’m letting her stay over - I'll have enough of that bullshit once we're married. Right now, all I need is a release from this shitstorm of a day.I glance at my phone. The email notification is still flashing on the screen. I really don't want to deal with one single email now, especially with my mind being one big motherfucking mass of confusion. But to my surprise, the subject line shows a heart emoji. And the sender is Mindy Williams.Hm.And again: hm.It’s way past working hours, but I decide to open the email. I tap on the email and my jaw instantly drops. And then it drops even more. Not only that. My cock goes from half-

Maron"Where's Cordelia?" my mother asks the same question for the fifth time today. Maybe fifteenth.She sits in her favorite armchair, a picture of elegance in her navy silk dress and pearls. Her silver hair is neatly styled, as always. Anyone looking at her would see a refined Russian lady, not someone battling dementia. That is until she starts talking, repeating that damn question again.I catch Timofey's subtle eye roll out of the corner of my vision. Of my two brothers, he's the one who spends the most time with her, almost being her full-time caretaker at this point. I can only imagine how many times he's had to answer this same heartbreaking question today."Sometimes I wonder why Mother asks this question all the time," he whispers. "She could ask about anything. The time. The weather. What we're going to have for dinner. Or why the price of milk went up. Why Cordelia all the damn time?""You know well, bratok," I reply. "Their bond was special. Cordelia was closer to her th

Maron's Pov"Follow me, Miss Williams," I command Mindy brusquely.My cock is rock-hard, seeing her perky tits through that pink robe. I know she's not wearing anything underneath. She stands before me looking flushed, her clothes clutched tightly in a bundle in her hands.Fuck, she’s gorgeous.My dick throbs and my mouth waters at the thought of tasting the sweetness between her legs. I've spent countless nights jerking off to her nudes and her video, and now, now that she's right here in front of me, all I can think about is experiencing the real thing. The desire to taste her, tease her, and then fuck her until she screams like she does in that video consumes my every thought.No, I don't want pictures of Mindy Williams. I have no interest in having digital data of her. I want her. Her body. Her personality. To have her completely to myself, in the flesh and blood.I know she wants me too. She’s trying to hide it, but her body betrays her. I didn’t fail to notice how she looked at m

Maron“Maron, I really need your help this time.” Maurice says, nearly whispering."So, that’s it, huh? After all these years, you come in here, just to ask for money again."He nods. “Without that money, I’m totally fucked.”It takes a great deal of willpower to not get pissed off at him. I heave a sigh and force my mind to focus on the facts while fixing my eyes on Maurice. “That’s too fucking bad, bro. You should have thought of that before losing your remaining money in Marble Monkey.” I’m keeping my tone even, but I’m really starting to feel zero empathy for my idiotic half-brother. Who the fuck does that? And who the fuck puts his girlfriend through shit like that?While I might seem like I’m keeping my cool, I’m b