Alessandro Dellisola Novels & Stories

Alessandro liked it when his fierce beauty would blush and be obedient to him. "I-I can pull the chair closer...." I suggested. "No, I want you on my lap." It was his final words as he started to eat the food made by his wife only for him. I squirmed as I struggled to eat but after some time relaxed. I waited for his compliment on my food but when I heard nothing I felt disappointed. Alessandro noticed my expression and asked, "what happened?" "Nothing," I said pouting. "Wife! One thing I hate most is someone's lying to me. Never lie to me again! Tell me what happened." Alessandro said in authoritative and I squirmed in fear as I knows my husband is a mafia leader and won't hesitat

My eyes widen at his sadistic words, and I can feel my panties dampen, not knowing what to say. "Have I made you speechless, Sandra? Hmm? Do you want me to fuck you right here in front of everyone so everyone can see how good you take me? Is that want you want, Cassandra?" He questions darkly. "You need to back off, Alessandro. You can't just speak to me like that, as I was one of your whores" I said, poking my finger on his chest and pushing him back a little. Alessandro was one of those guys who fuck a new girl every night, he wasn't one to commit to a relationship, but when my father asked him to marry me before he passed away, Alessandro was very eager and signed the contract immediately

she squeaked out. "I will have my men take her home", Leornado's voice came. Alessia caught a whiff of his Tom Ford 'Black Orchid’ cologne. The scent's rich, velvety smoothness enveloped her senses, making her feel light-headed and calm and soon she was out. …… “Where are we heading Capo”, the voice belonged to Salvador, who was sitting on the passenger side. There were currently four occupants: the driver, and Salvador occupying the front row while Alessia who was currently fast asleep nestled in Leonardo's arms, occupied the back seats.

Alessandro was a ruthless killer, Chris didn't know anything apart from designer clothes, greedy eyes, and forcing his wants down our throats. “Fuck! Man you broke my fucking arm!” He was still talking, he had not looked at the man he was talking to, until he saw Alessandro’s face. “Don Vanilli! I'm sorry! She used to work for me! I only wanted to ask her where she had been without taking notice of her absence” Alessandro’s voice was silk and acid. “Touch her again,” he said, “and I’ll break more than that.” The man’s face went pale. “I didn’t mean, ”

Olivia asked, very curious. Holand remained where he was. He took off the gloves he was wearing with a sigh. "There was a family from Italy. Markus Eleazar was known as the most insane, cruel, psycopath, and cold-blooded killer. He even killed his wife and daughter because of his madness and raised his only son, Darius Eleazar. The black mafia organisation that Markus had previously led was now under Darius' leadership. Then Darius fell in love with a girl from Germany. Miss Isabella Benecia, who was studying in Italy at the time,. Finally, they got married, and Miss Isabella only found out about the cruelty of Darius, who followed in the footsteps of his father, Markus Eleazar. Isabella bec

he said, picking another photo, “was a journalist. She was investigating Lorenzo’s company. She went missing after a week of posting about him. They found her body in a forest, her fingers cut off.” Isabella squeezed her eyes shut. “Stop… please.” Alessandro placed the photos down and said softly, “I’m sorry. But you need to see what kind of man we’re dealing with.” She opened her eyes again and whispered, “He’s a devil in human form.” “Yes,” Alessandro said quietly. “That’s what he is. He doesn’t kill for power alone, Isa. He kills because he enjoys it.” She looked at him, horrified. “Enjoys it?”

Across the room, a striking red-haired Domme trailed her riding crop along the bare back of a blindfolded submissive, her crimson lips curved in a wicked smile. Everywhere I looked, there was raw, unfiltered sensuality. And then, I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as if he owned the space around him. His name was Alessio De Luca, I'd learned earlier that he’s a rare Italian Dom with a reputation for precision, control, and unmatched intensity. There was no way I could forget that face since he is a very popular and wealthy entrepreneur in the country also well known but the fact that I would meet him here at the club was neither surprising nor alar

Dell says, and I crease my brows in confusion. “What do you mean you knew?” I ask him. He clears his throat and sits back on the sofa. “Alessandro Romano is known to have mistresses. Well, not many, but he is not a faithful man,” I squint my eyes, not entirely understanding what he means by that. “Mistresses?”

I said, my voice shaky as I tried to sound more confident than I felt. "How am I looking at you?" Alessandro asked, a rare smile curling his lips. It wasn’t just any smile—it was one of those disarming smiles that made you question everything you thought you knew about him. The billionaire Alessandro Leonardo Deluca was smiling at me, and not just once, but throughout the entire plane ride. And now, here he was again, gracing me with that same devastatingly beautiful smile.

My fingers trembled as I scrolled. I was ready to see the gaps. I was ready to see the blank spaces where Isabella had erased her past. But there were no gaps. The first page was a biography. Alessia Moretti. Born in Naples. Orphaned at ten. Raised in the foster system. A genius coder. Recruited by Inferno Tech five years ago. "Lies." I scoffed loudly. "It's a cover. Dante built it for her." I scrolled faster. And then I stopped in the photo section.