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He follows, grunting as he fills me once more, collapsing in a heap of sweat and blood. Hours pass like this...pauses for water, soft words whispered in the dark. "I love you, you know," he murmurs once, tracing my collar. Rare tenderness in our twisted dance. "Love you too, boss," I reply, meaning it. In mafia romance, it's blood and cum that bind. Dawn creeps, but we ain't done. One last round: him on his back, me riding him, leash in his grip. I bounce, muscles screaming, moaning loud.

he chuckled, his eyes holding that dreamy expression that revealed how much he might have loved my mother. “That woman was stubborn as hell. As her work impressed me, I asked everyone to refrain from telling her I was the owner. The next day I asked her out, and much to my total shock, she agreed. After a few weeks of dating, I realized I was head over heels in love with your mother, but she might not accept my background. She was soon being used against me, therefore I had no choice but to tell her the truth,” he remarked. He gazed at me with adoration as he added, “She accepted me. We married, and you blessed us all within a year. I kept running my mafia with her beside me since she was a

Her eyes snapped open at the threat—and he slammed his demanding lips onto hers instantly. He kissed her like he was pouring both his anger and hunger into that kiss, while his hands, still holding the gun, entered her top and grabbed her breasts, the cold metal pressing against her warm, soft skin. But Rosa was still disgusted and terrified of this dangerous mafia king, and she pushed him away. He narrowed his eyes, looking at her with a dangerous warning. “I… I’m not comfortable with a dead body lying here in its blood,” she stammered nervously, still very terrified.

I swallowed hard. I expected many scenarios but what I didn't expect was for him to laugh. Dormani Vitali tipped his head backwards and laughed loudly, as if I had said anything funny. "Uhm....." I began with a scowl on my face. "Don't play stupid, bambina. It doesn't suit you. No one walks from the Mafia. Once you're in, you're in....unless you die." I stared at him, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

"Tall, broody, deadly, and follicularly blessed. You're really setting the bar high for my mysterious fiancé, you know." "For someone facing a mafia engagement, you're oddly picky," he muttered. "Call it survival instinct. If I'm going to be Mrs. Giovanni Galliardi, I'd like to enjoy the view while I spiral into moral ambiguity." He gave her that look again—half-annoyed, half-amused. The kind that said she was trouble he never signed up for... but wasn't exactly trying to escape from, either. "You think a nice jawline will make this easier?"

he said, leaning in to kiss her slow, deep, and full of promise. When they finally pulled apart, she laughed softly, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I’m actually marrying a mafia boss,” she murmured, half teasing, half in awe. Miguel smirked. “Correction, mi amor you’re marrying the mafia boss. And from now on, you’re my queen.” She laughed softly, resting her head against his chest. “God help the world then… because we’re unstoppable.” Milan, Italy — Evening, Ashcroft’s Penthouse

“Don’t do anything reckless. You’ve already lost too much.” He froze. Slowly, he looked down at her hand on his sleeve. Then at her. For a moment, the ruthless Mafia King vanished. In his place stood a man haunted by pain, craving peace. “I can’t lose you too,” he said quietly. Elena’s breath hitched. “Then don’t push me away.” His gaze flicked to her lips — rain-damp, trembling, too close. The air between them sizzled. He took a step closer. Then another.

"But I'm also the only reason you're still breathing. So choose quickly." A car pulled up to the mouth of the alley, black and sleek. Rafael's men moved toward it, clearly expecting us to follow. Every instinct told me to run. This man was dangerous. This situation was wrong. But those other men had been hunting me. And Rafael knew something I didn't. "If you hurt me..." I started. "I won't." He released my wrist, stepping back to give me space. "You have my word." "The word of a mafia boss?" His mouth curved, not quite a smile. "It's worth more than you think."

“You don’t understand, Ethan. I can’t just… walk away. I’m married. And even if I wasn’t… you don’t know what this world is like. My father, Mark—this isn’t just about marriage. This is the mafia. This is life and death.” Ethan’s jaw tightened, frustration flashing in his eyes. “Life and death? You’re more likely to die trapped here under your father’s thumb than if you come with me. I can keep you safe.” Mia shook her head vehemently, her hands trembling. “I can’t just abandon my life like that! I… I can’t be reckless. I can’t throw myself into danger blindly. You don’t understand what it means to be a Romano—what it means to live under this… this shadow. Running isn’t safe. It’s stupid. An

As secrets surface and desire ignites, she’s caught between a man she should fear and a passion she can’t ignore. The deeper she falls into Alexander’s world, the harder it becomes to tell whether he’s her captor… or her only chance at survival. Dark. Addictive. Explosive. Blood & Oath is a gripping mafia romance about loyalty, revenge, and a love so fierce it might just destroy them both. CHARACTERS. Alexander Valente (32 years): Lex Malakai Valente: brother (25 years) Roman Valente: brother (30 years) Juliana Casco (25 years): Jul