Novel & Cerita Temptress Hair Mafia

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.

He stepped into the light of the sconces, looking as tired as I felt, but significantly less complicated. "Customs?" I asked, exhaling a long plume of smoke. "Worse. The French contact is getting greedy. He heard about the... acquisition you made this week," Marco said, glancing toward the wing of the building where I’d tucked Kieran away. "He thinks you’re distracted. He wants another twenty percent on the 'travel' f*e for the dragon-glass crates."

And then her breasts were pouring out, and his tongue was teasing and licking, his lips were sucking and pressing, whereas his teeth were nibbling with enough pressure to make her mewl his name. “Oh my God, Roman,” she clung to him, like a crazed woman, like a desperate one too. “Call me master,” the smirk he gave her was enough to make her lose her panties, right there in the car. She also lost the last shred of dignity, and allowed the dangerous mafia boss to take her right there and then. “I can’t,” she shook her head negatively, her desire to cling to her strong independant personality almost overpowering her desire — keyword being almost.

Morgan isn't Jessica's Mafia; he's her boss! "But sir..." "Jessica!" Morgan said firmly. "Be a good girl today and tomorrow! After that, I'll take you around the world!" "No kidding, sir. Ooouchh..." Jessica was shocked when the beauty staff forcibly removed her hair. "Give them your mobile phone." Jessica was still confused. "Give it up, Jessica!" Morgan growled. "Yes, sir..." Jessica gave the man her mobile phone "H-hello, sir." "If I see even the slightest abrasion on her body tomorrow, say goodbye to you."

“Did I really work for the mafia, and when I suddenly quit? Will they come for their perfect thief and hacker?” “I won't let them take you. You have a life you wan to live.” “That's what I wanted.” She muttered stubbornly. “That was my dream job, and if they want me back, I can work for them.” “Who are they?” “The Rumrat.” She answered. “Are they a mafia? They didn't tell me that they were. They said they were silent She stared at him to see how pale he had gotten. “What is wrong with you?”

“Really?” She gives me a wink. “Sit your pretty self down, and let Mama Tess take care of you.” I sink into the chair, my shoulders still tense, but the woman—Mama Tess—starts running her fingers gently through my hair. She makes small, thoughtful noises as she inspects the damage. “Mm. What happened to your hair hun?” “They ruined it at some upscale salon,” I mumble, cheeks burning. “Well, no worries. We’ve got magic fingers and honest hearts around here. We’ll have you looking fresh and fine before you can blink.”

Then back up again—toward my most private area. Once his hands reached there, Luca snapped. “Enough!” His fist slammed against the table. My lips curled into a faint disgusted smile. So he was still pretending he cared? That I still had power over him? I was naïve to ever believe that. Those Mafia Made Men had no hearts. He was now chasing this Bratva princess for the benefits she brought. The girl was stunning. Her golden hair shone like a Barbie doll’s. No one would guess she was here to negotiate a weapons deal.

I stand in front of the first girl, I take hold of her hair and pull them to raise her face, she doesn't protest and doesn't see directly in my eyes, it's a sign of challenge and disrespect to maintain eye contact with any family member of the mafia. I inspect her face, then her body, she'll do. I move to the other, then the next, I pull her by the hair, I notice some bald spots on her head and torture wounds all over her body, she must be a submissive. She's been used alot, the men won't take interest in her. "Get rid of her" I throw her away towards one of the guard.

I just shook my head at him and smiled a little. "Eh? What type are you Reian? I heard that the 1st Mafia Boss here is handsome...what's his name?" Brenda asked Maureen, Maureen pouted as if she was thinking deeply. "Hellion....ah yes! Hellion, I heard he is the most handsome in the whole Mafia World hehehe" They both giggled. Even I was surprised by what they said but I couldn't help but smile. They don't know me being owned by Saint after all. So I have no right to hate the male flesh of my entire system.

She says, and I am shocked that she would even bring up my brother, as she hasn’t mentioned him since the day he died. “I will not be free. I will just be switching one cage for another. I will just become you, and I will be very clear with you, Mira, you are pathetic and weak. You think I will let another man touch me? You think I will allow the devil to sell my soul to that old slime? You haven’t been paying attention, mother.” I might be exhausted, but I have earned every ache, ever straining in my muscles. I have ensured to stay just skinny enough that no one would suspect that I train every single night. I have learned to shoot a gun, cut through bone and throw a knife with speed and ac