His Temptation: Mafia's Sweet Wife Novels & Stories

“You think I’ll marry a cruel woman like you? You’re going to prison. You just confessed everything right now.” The color drained from her face. “No… no, no, no! You can’t! My parents won’t let you!” I stood up slowly, towering over her. “Let’s see how your parents save you from this.” Diana’s screams filled the penthouse as my men grabbed her arms. Sabrina watched with a mix of relief and exhaustion. The tension in the room was electric…years of hatred, betrayal, and revenge all crashing together in this one moment. Diana’s perfect world was crumbling right in front of her, and I felt zero pity.

But then I heard Jack chuckling darkly, "You like your little brother-in-law that much? Want him to sleep with you?" Her soft, uncontrollable moans kept spilling from her lips. It was impossible to tell whether she was lost in pleasure or suffering. "Ah… You go ahead and be with those other women outside… Why can't I let Sam have a little fun with me?" "Right now… Is it me making you feel this good, or would your little brother-in-law make you feel better?" The bed shook violently again. A draft from the hallway gently pushed the master bedroom door open a little wider.

Slowly I got up from my seat, in the mood to rile him even further. “I have been meaning to ask…..how did you charm such a woman?” First it was a twitch in his eye. Soon it was the balling of his fist. It was working, I would do more but that would only mean problems for Ayla and I didn’t want that. “It’s easy to attract whores, they flock around money, and I have money” the smug bastard. Everybody in our world knew how his wife came to be. But for him to openly call her a whore sent fire to my nerves.

“But you didn’t answer the question.” “Because it’s a stupid question.” She smirked like she’d won something. “So you’re not denying it.” Christ. This woman was temptation wrapped in silk. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t touch her, even though she was my wife. But then she turned her head slightly, her lips grazing my throat, and whatever resolve I had started slipping through my fingers. I exhaled roughly, trying to let out the steam burning through my body. “You really don’t know what you’re asking for.”

Fane and Tanya slowly came to view soon after, and the pair approached the thug in tandem. “Who the heck are you?” Brother Tempest’s expression hardened as he turned around, annoyance written across his face. He was momentarily stunned at what he saw before his expression changed. “Oh, it’s you,” he spoke. “What’s the matter? Had too many drinks that you’re feeling tipsy right now, huh? What now? Alcohol gave you the courage to step up for this couple?” “Hehe! Brother Tempest, the two women beside this punk are so good-looking. We’d strike the jackpot if he’s genuinely here to help this couple out. We could take these two women together with this man’s wife later!”

I was clinging over him, holding his suit coat on my wrist as tight as possible. “I, Arius Accardo, took my Snowflake as my solely weeded wife as the queen of this mafia empire to flourish like your smile and tint your soul until it resembles mine. You already have my body, but in this marriage, I offer you every right I possess with equal respect and power.” He declared in a firm voice to shiver my every fire of body, and he ravished my mouth, draining all his anger through a kiss.

she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. He leaned close, whispering with a naughty grin, “You tasted the coffee after me. That means you’ve already shared with me, like a wife does with her husband. That sip was an indirect kiss, baby. It proves you secretly love being my other half, even if you keep pretending otherwise.” Her mouth fell open; she bit her tongue, realizing her foolishness. “The wife of the mafia don is also a devil,” he chuckled darkly. “Mrs. De Luca.” “Oh my stars! Such a monster!” she scolded, her voice a mixture of irritation and fluster.

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I climb in, crack the window, and let the night air do what it can for the tremor still living somewhere behind my ribs. Isa is waiting by the time I arrive, Jake beside her, both of them wearing the particular stillness of people who've spent the last hour imagining the worst. "Talk," Isa says. I give her everything. The brooch, the bid, Adriano rising off that platform mid-auction like something had finally interested him enough to move. The way he said my name before I'd given it to him. The exchange in Spanish between the brothers that I understood every word of and pretended not to.

Then he looked at me with an expressionless face, the heat in his eyes suddenly gone, replaced with a harsh coldness. And then the reality came crashing down with full force. I got carried away by the pleasure and intense desire, forgetting exactly who he was. Scar. The mafia don. And I was just his mere captive who he was eventually going to kill. Or like he usually reminded me, who he wasn’t going to kill until he had his way with me. And I just let him. A shaky exhale left my lips as I wished I could pull my dress down and cover myself from his eyes.