Seducing The Godfather Novels & Stories

I let out a groan, almost slamming my head against a wall. But I didn't miss the look in his eyes, I wasn't the only one who felt this way. I could tell that the subtle searching I was doing quite obviously wouldn't work. I needed information strong enough to bring the mafia king to his knees along with his entire empire. And the only way I could get such information was from him himself. I needed to seduce him and make him fall for me. Or at least trust me enough to give me the information I wanted. My gaze fell on the mirror and I slowly pushed my robe to aside.

Aunt Renata decided to remain—a decision that has cost her a lot—yet she didn't hesitate even once when I showed interest. "We de la Cruz were made for this," she said, pressing her claw-sharp nails into my cross. "It's why we use this. It's why we are who we are." With one last heave, I step through those big old wooden doors, willingly venturing into the world of crime. It isn't at all difficult locating the supposedly buyer who's already made himself comfortable on the left wing of the chapel. He's the only one around. I approach without much hesitation and take the seat next to him.

“You shouldn’t be.” For a second, the air shifted. The hardness in his expression cracked, and I almost believed he would reach for me. But he didn’t. He just sighed quietly, the sound low and rough. Then the door opened. The Godfather stepped in with that same smirk he always wore, a faint smell of cigar smoke following him. His gaze slid over me first, then to Lucian. “Well, well,” he said, pretending surprise. “I see you’ve found our newest performer. Quite the spirit, isn’t she?”

“I don’t need you anymore. The driver is waiting with your money and new identity. Go away and never come back to Springfield. Your job is done.” “Yes, boss,” the nurse said, walking to the closet to retrieve a baseball bat and hand it to him. “Thanks,” The Godfather watched silently as she left them alone, the sound of the door closing echoing through the room. A malicious smile played across Connor’s face as he ominously loomed over his target. He smiled as he greeted the don, but couldn’t help noticing the Godfather’s trembling lips. Connor pulled a chair across the floor, its legs screeching, and sat down beside him. “Has anyone shared any breaking news with you?”

I was left standing there alone while watching his broad back disappear through the doors. It seems that fate is finally favoring me after all. I no longer need to go out and search for his father because his father found me on his own. Now that I see him in person and in the light, he really looks quite young, almost like a bachelor. It is such a good deal. He is probably just inviting me to dinner to tease me about our past encounter, but I am going there to perform my long-time plan of seducing him. ***

“You want this because it's me.” She didn't try to fight it off. She didn't deny anything, and I immediately noticed the way her thighs pressed against each other. Her fists were slowly balling into fists, and her nipples were already peeking through her white shirt. My cock saw it as the perfect time to betray me. A small bulge was already forming, and my pants were becoming uncomfortable. Isabella swallowed hard as she looked down. “Looks like I'm not the only one who wants this.” It's not like she was wrong. But if her grandfather was alive, he would probably kill me just the way he did to my dad. It was his famous move. And I wish Isabella knew that her grandfather wasn't as innocent as

My heart's pounding so loud I can hear it in my ears. I'm still naked. Completely fucking naked. Cold air brushes over my skin, goosebumps prickling along my arms, and it hits me again-how bad this actually is. How royally screwed I am. Dominik D'Angelo. The name alone makes my stomach twist. That's who she meant. That's who she works for. He sent her to me-to seduce me, lure me out, get me in her bed... and then take me. And I fell right into the goddamn trap like a dumb, horny idiot.

My mother stole everything from me. My childhood. My happiness. Even the man I loved. After discovering my boyfriend in bed with her, I leave the human territory with nothing but a broken heart and a burning desire for revenge. Then I discover my mother is the fated Luna of the powerful Red Moon Pack—and her future mate is Alpha Adrian Blackwood. So I make a dangerous vow. I will seduce the Alpha my mother is destined to marry. I will make him fall for me, prove that a werewolf can love someone like me, and take away the happiness my mother stole from me. But Adrian isn't supposed to want me. And the more I get closer to him, the harder it becomes to remember that

"Oh? And what is that?" ​"I am not your godfather, Vivian," Arthur murmured, his voice dropping to a low, husky register. "Your father and I fabricated the entire 'godfather' story when you were a teenager. He knew how dangerous his work with the syndicate was getting, and he wanted to ensure I had absolute legal authority to protect you, to inherit his share of the assets, if anything happened to him. But we were never legally or religiously bound. I was just a man who fell desperately in love with a woman he was forced to watch from a distance, waiting for the day she was old enough, and ready enough, to become his." ​A profound, breathless wave of desire washed over Vivian. The last taboo

No, I refused to let her go through this nonsense with Carina. "Oh? Another one who thinks she's above me too? What makes you think you're better than me? Because the Godfather chose you to be his future wife? Just so you know... he's a man with needs and desires. He's a man who is powerful and beyond your control. If you think marriage could make him stay loyal to you, then you must be the dumbest person on earth. I'm sure one day, I'll make him kneel before me and beg to have me again. After all, we made love quite a lot before, quite wild too. He's a man who loved that kind of thing. And based on your personality, I don't think you are that kind of woman, maybe the innocent and submissive