Possessive Mafia 網路小說與 Affair 故事

Is Rosarie Darling my type? No! Is she from some wealthy family? Fuck no! Is she the kind of woman I usually fuck? Hell no. Too mouthy. Too stubborn. Too fucking dangerous. But that brunette hair? That body? My eyes don’t seem to give a fuck about my preferences. Is she sweet or a darling as her surname suggests? No fucking chance! Is she soft-spoken and well-behaved? Hell fucking no! Is she the kind of woman who knows when to shut her mouth? Not when it comes to pissing me the fuck off! Is she quiet? That smart mouth doesn’t take a hint, no. Is she obedient? Fuck that. She’d probably argue with a loaded gun pointed at her head. Is she even available within the syndicate? No, she’s promised to my cousin, Angelo. Is she even worth the fucking hassle? No! But do I give a flying fuck? Not a single fucking one! The first time I saw Rosarie Darling, she was in my room, bent over my bed, humming like she fucking belonged there. She didn’t know that entering my room was forbidden. But I knew one thing. I wanted her. And once Kyliano Russo wants something, nobody gets to tell him no. Not even Angelo. Especially not Angelo. Because even when she's not exactly mine, She's fucking MINE!

The man hunting me was the only man I had ever loved. Luca DeSanto was my stepbrother, the Mafia heir, and the one person who protected me when everyone else in his father’s mansion treated me like dirt. Then, at the family masquerade gala, someone drugged him. He called his girlfriend’s name. But I wore her mask. I gave him one forbidden night before I ran away before sunrise. The next morning, Luca learned his girlfriend had left the gala early. So the woman in his bed was not her. She was a stranger. A stranger who drugged the Mafia heir. And in his world, that woman deserves to die. Luca asked me to help him find her. I wanted to confess. But then the drug vial appeared inside my suitcase. The boy who had never doubted me looked into my eyes and believed I had betrayed him. His father spared my life only because of my mother. Then he threw me out with nothing. Now I am alone, hunted by the family I once called home. But I did not drug Luca. His aunt did. And she will destroy anyone standing between her bloodline and the DeSanto empire.

"I will pay you a thousand dollars to take me into that empty lounge right now, pin me against the wall, and ravish me until I forget my own name. Do we have a deal?" Charlotte Sinclair never imagined she would become the kind of woman who made such a reckless offer. But then again, she never imagined she would walk into a bathroom and discover her husband of five years cheating on her with her own sister. For years, Charlotte had been the perfect wife. She loved Sean, supported him, and endured every cruel comment about her body from the man who was supposed to cherish her. To him, she was the embarrassing wife he wished he could hide. To her sister, she was the woman who would always stand in her shadow. Until the night Charlotte finally broke. Heartbroken and furious, she decided to stop being the woman everyone could hurt. She was determined to make her cheating husband regret ever making her feel unwanted. The only problem? The man she mistook for a waiter wasn't a waiter at all. He was Giovanni Voss. The ruthless Mafia King. The billionaire feared by the entire city. And the most dangerous enemy her husband had ever made. Charlotte only wanted one night to forget her cheating husband. Giovanni Voss had no intention of letting her walk away after one. Because the Mafia King doesn't do one-night stands. And once Giovanni decides something belongs to him, he doesn't let it go.