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I said without looking at him, waiting patiently for the metal to heat up. "What?" "I said, try again," I growled, my voice cold and low. "Mr. Gabriel?" "Wrong." I smirked, and then placed the hot blade on his palm. But that wouldn't hurt, right? I shifted slightly to where it would hurt most. This time, he couldn't hold back the scream as the searing metal sunk into his flesh. His friends watched in stunned horror. I leaned close to his ear. "My name is Luciano Russo, heir to the Italian Mafia. And I'm just getting started with you."

"I'm not a virgin. Well, although I have had sex only once, with Jean Gardier." Alexa felt so stupid being fucked by an old man and she silently thanked God that it was the handsome Jean Gardier who took her virginity. Alexa bit her lip, trying to keep from vomiting. And soon he was thrusting into Alexa's pussy mercilessly. Putting both of Alexa's knees on his shoulders, the mob leader's bulging belly bounced back and forth against Alexa's womanhood. Alexa closed her eyes, all she did was try to hold in the vomit. "You pretty little whore." said the mafia boss as he shook his body wildly againts her, his arse pounding relentlessly as his hands slapped Alexa's breasts.

I couldn’t just bear the news and here I am at some club trying to immobilize myself, drinking as much as I can to forget it all but the shit isn't working. I’m Leia Gambino, the daughter of Roman Gambino, the boss of Vatos Latos an America Mafia and news flash I’m getting married—to some stranger whom I know practically nothing about. The only thing I know about him is that he is an heir apparent to an Italian mafia boss. I don’t even know his name. Is he an old man? I don’t know and I don’t even care. I just know that I don’t want to get married just yet. If ever I would, it would be to someone whom I love but this? Love isn't existent in mafia wedlock One thing is sure, I won’t play the s

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

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.

He gave me a roof where to put myself and after the moment of pleasure in the cellar, I knew he wanted to go back to this moment. After all, it is all day that a mafia man comes across a virgin of my age. My pussy had driven her crazy and her tail in me made me stiff, maybe a little addicted to him. He decides to break the silence that thought about us "Listen to Sofia went out to go shopping and I don't think it will be back anytime soon." I smiled at hearing it. I knew he just came to my room to see me naked. Lick myself as in the cellar.

"No Shawn, I can't use you, you know you are the most intellegent, funny... beautiful- not as handsome as my Xavier though" The smile on his face fell, "Then I can't help you" he said jokingly "Okay you are the most handsome man in the world" "Lying doesn't change anything, so tell me what you want" "I want to have a conversation with you" "A conversation with me, well what an honour, I'm all ears" "Okay, so it's something about this Mafia stuff" "I knew it, you really are a curious little kitten aren't you?" "I just needed to know these few things. So I read many stories of how the Mafia stuff runs, and I think there was a part that really disturbed ne, you know the bloody sheets thing"

’ [I really wish those disgusting people would stop impregnating their women if they do not want to look after them. She felt Anton stiffen at the insults and placed her hand on his arm, ‘Hai mai pensato che alcuni di loro hanno una storia diversa?’ [Did you ever think that some of them have a different story?] Her voice was soft but Anton recognised the steel beneath her words, ‘Non c'è altra storia, quei mafiosi non sono migliori degli animali, hanno continuamente figli e poi ce li scaricano addosso.’ [There is no other story, those Mafia people are no better than animals, constantly having children and then dumping them on us.]

While another part of me, likely my brain, was telling me to ignore it. “Have you spoken to Maya?” Kalia asked, looking at ne over the rim of her wineglass as she took a sip, leaving the imprint of her glossy lipstick behind. Normally I wouldn’t think anything about such a normal occurrence, but something about it, about the lingering imprint of Kalia ’s lips, was sexy beyond reason. “I talked to her while you were showering. She’s having fun in Switzerland. No media and good skiing.” “I’m sorry she’s going through this. It isn’t fair. Seems to be the natural state of sexual politics though. If a woman has sex with a man, he uses it against her. If she turns him down … he still finds a way t