Novel & Cerita Mafia Temptation Belle Dowson

But I don't dare to ask questions. "I can't ensure your safety, Principessa." His voice drops as he uses his fingers to move a few pieces of hair out of my face and he's so close that his breath tickles the skin of my nose. "You understand, don't you?" His accent slightly peeks out as he murmurs the last sentence and my insides melt. Woah. Butterflies erupt in my stomach at how close he is and his touch. Before I realize what he's doing. Alejandro Gonzalez was a mafia Don, which meant he knew how to manipulate people into getting what he wanted.

Beside me, Rosella sits perfectly still. The glass door slides open, and Melvik strolls back in with a broad, smug grin. A line of stunning, curvy women in barely-there clubwear follows behind him, their soft giggles filling the room as their eyes sweep over the VIP booth. "Take your pick, gentlemen!" Melvik announces loudly over the booming bass. Tyrn, Jay, and the other Dunes men waste no time, pulling the beautiful women onto their laps, laughing deeply, whispering filthy promises into their ears. The air quickly fills with cheap perfumes and the thick smoke of cigars.

Volume/Book 1: The Stylish Mafia Girl & Her Muse Mafia men have been the trend of town for ages; their dominance over the world resembles a ghost ruling the graveyard—driven by that statement when exceptionally beautiful female Simone Thompson—the ruling Mafia of Austria vows to change the belief, then destruction is accompanied by terror, action, and the everlasting love to kill for adventure.

A MAFIA’S RIGHTEOUS PET PROLOGUE “The boys have the target, boss.” I heard Gio announce to Vermont who nodded in approval but his eyes still fixated on the Mexican girl who bashed the dance floor with her sexy dance moves. It was my first time in a club and I’d say there's nothing about it that's to my liking. The loud distasteful music, the cigarettes, the whisky, and even the people all irritated me. “I want her,” He said and I couldn't help but notice how the Mafia’s eyes closely followed the young lady.

"Gabriel Ross. The mafia boss. The man who could kill someone with a dinner fork and probably has. That Gabriel Ross." "That's the one." Belle was quiet for exactly three seconds, her face running with multiple emotions. "Was it good?" "Belle." "Sorry, sorry," she bit her lips to stop from laughing. "It's just that he has quite the reputation for being a stallion in bed, and I wonder if it's true." "You're not helping, Belle Nelson," I sighed. "That's the least of my worries." "I'm sorry, darling," she gave me a pitying glance. "Please continue."

Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass. My temper has been out of control lately. But who can blame me? Antonio was one of my best men, and I found out too late that he was stealing from me. Besides the men I've already tortured and killed for information, I don't know who else could have been working with him besides the Russians. Any of my men could be traitors, and I fucking hate traitors. Nobody steals from me. NOBODY! My blood is boiling, threatening to explode. Killing him wasn't enough. Once you join the mafia, your family automatically becomes collateral. He took from me, and I'm going to take everything from him even if he's already rotting away in hell.

I want to bury myself in every pretty, holy, innocent hole that crosses my path. I haven’t tasted Mary yet. But I will. And I know I’ won't enjoy any second of it. My cock doesn’t lie—it craves innocence. Just like Mia’s tight, sweet pussy… The moment I stepped out of the car, I saw Mia. She was walking toward the hallway, wearing that little skirt that barely covered her thin, clean thighs. Innocence wrapped in temptation. My cock sensed it before my mind even caught up. It called to her. Then her eyes met mine.

They have no idea who I really am but soon, he will. Because I, Elena D’Souza, may have been forced to marry the devil but I plan to drag him straight to hell with me. If it wasn't for the greedy bastard whom I call father, I wouldn’t be standing at the altar in this white gown, dressed up like the prettiest and happiest bride. All it took him was one desperate deal with the most dangerous mafia family in the city to sell me off like some unwanted worthless object. And now, thanks to that fucking deal, I belong to Dominic Moretti, the devil, the king of chaos and the man feared by each and everyone in the city.