His Temptation: Mafia's Sweet Wife Novels & Stories

My parents hugged both Carla and I next, then my brother and his wife. The hugs kept coming until Carla stepped away to a room in the venue to get ready for the reception and the guests matched to the reception room. AUTHORS note: You might have notice a change in the book title to 'Sweet Tempation', its still thesame book. There is also changes in the names of main charaters, its still thesame book. Sorry for the confusion and inconvenice.

"He asked me to get out of his office without a hint of remorse after I confronted him; do you think he is going to get jealous if I try to make him? And how would I even do it?" "First, you have to tempt him. Seduce him. Make him want you. You know…" Lucy winked at her. "Wear something sexy to work tomorrow and seduce him without making it obvious that you are trying to seduce him. If you know what I mean." She nodded. "I know what you mean." "Good." Lucy said. "If the temptation works on him and he tries to touch you, do not allow him. I repeat, do not allow him to touch you."

I could feel my blindfold getting wet because of my own tears and I tried really hard to not make a sound, but I was having a hard time breathing as my lips quivered. “We need to ensure that this transaction will be a success. That woman might be looking for nothing, but she's still the wife of the mafia conqueror and we all know that he owns the Tartarus—the top leading mafia organization and den right now.” He soundly smirked as I heard a glass thrown and breaking just beside me. It startled me, but I tried not to move until a chair moved again. I bit my lip and continued to pretend like I’m still not awake. “He’ll have to pay a lot to have his little whore back!” They laughed together and

This is really happening. I should be afraid. I’m nervous, but there’s no fear. Something’s wrong with me. I look up at the man in charge of the Russian mafia, the man who promised to kill me if I fail to play my part in his plan and instead of feeling afraid, I’m attracted to him. I must be going crazy. “It’s late, so I’ll show you around the house tomorrow,” Adrian says as he rolls toward the sofa. “It’s better if you don’t wander around alone until I introduce you to everyone.”

Feeling her full, moist lips against mine sent me into a complete frenzy. I devour her mouth, pushing my tongue deep inside, tasting her sweetness, wanting more. I suck on her tongue, bite her lower lip, then the upper, and lose myself again in her delicious mouth. Carol Gómez had become my sweet temptation, and I was never going to let her go. I slide my hands down to her ass and lift her up. Without me asking, she wraps her legs around my hips. I step into the apartment with her in my arms and kick the door shut. I walk to the nearest wall and press her against it.

I married a woman who was a temptation. On what basis am I expected to maintain my tranquility throughout the damn dinner? Why did the slit have to be such a gigantic length? My member twitched. Heck! She is a temptation. I froze when she walked near me. She reeked of sweetness, invitingness, and sensuality, and it flooded my nostrils. The fact that it would be difficult for me to concentrate tonight is something I am fully aware of. Fuck! My wife is breathtakingly beautiful. Hell, I married a stunningly beautiful woman. Her emerald eyes glinted as she locked her gaze on me.

She kept trying to probe him into saying it but he kept giving her sweet and romantic answers that were making her forget why she actually wanted him to confess. "Yes you are my wife" He traced loose strand of hair behind her ear caressing her face and she couldn't help but lean into his delicate touch "But your the most special person in my life. Not everyone can make the mafia don go from bad boss to a love sick puppy" He tilted her chin up with his finger and stared deeply into her eyes "You know we haven't finished yet" "Huh F-finished w-wha-" He interrupted her, smashing his lips against hers. He bit on her lower lip as moans escaped without permission.

Women threw themselves at me, when they knew my wife was gone, the first year was torture and the second was my undoing, the urge to release my fury my stress, drove me into the arms of one of my dancers again, one night of lust was enough to bring the Devil in me to the surface again. After that they were only one night women, all of them had to have a resemblance with her, with the woman I wanted in my arms, with the one I needed in my bed, sometimes I called them Fiorella and they obeyed, they did everything I wanted, but they were never her. She was elegance, innocence, seduction and passion, all in one woman, in my wife, my life went on, my business grew bigger than ever, my alliances e

Not in the movies or books “Red temptress,” he called and I moved my gaze looking clearly into his eyes. “I heard Mafias are heartless, how come you're kind to me?” My question came out as a whisper. I don't know if it was because of how close I was to him or the thought of what happens in books between the mafia and their lover. Or… was it his cologne? Something certainly was drawing me to him even more than before.

"What do you want me to do? What am I supposed to do as your wife then?!" "Do whatever you can to make me happy." “I’m not a clown!” I yelled at him. "No, you're not a clown but my wife. It's a responsibility of yours to please me." Then he leaned over to kiss my forehead, slammed the door, and left me in the spacious dark room. *********** I got out of bed and made an effort to investigate the goings-on in this mysterious mansion. I have no idea what the Mafia is involved in, but in my head, they are just as nasty as any other criminal, out to get rich quickly and kill anyone who stands in their way.