The Mafia Beast's Blushing Bride 소설 & 이야기

I had made a complete fool of myself in front of a total stranger. What was I thinking? I forced myself to sit up, as I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the pounding headache I felt. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Then I froze. My blood ran cold as I noticed the figure sitting at the side of my bed, surrounded by four men. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. Tony. The Mafia Boss “Good morning, Callie,” he said as a smile spread across his face.

Whatever this man is doing, it's meant to provoke me. According to the clan's law, when a new bride is welcomed by the mafia Don, they expect to glimpse her sensually. They think she's just a commodity, assuming she’s part of a contract marriage. "What?" he says sarcastically. "You’re not marrying her for love. Rules are rules." "Whatever the rules are, I don’t care. What’s mine is mine, and I don’t share. She’s no slut. She’s just mine." I angrily hit the table as I feel a surge of anger boiling inside me.

All mafia. She walked over to Marco, whispering urgently, “Does it really have to be this intense? This feels like I’m about to invade a country.” “Boss’s orders, ma’am,” Marco whispered back calmly. Anna shook her head with a helpless chuckle. “I’m just going to a mall, not a shootout.” She turned to Brittany and smiled. “Let’s go.” She slid into the car, heart still hammering from everything—the morning lessons, the power she was now wrapped in, and the suffocating feeling of being paraded as Mrs. Alessandro Esposito.

The guests outside stood paralyzed in absolute shock, staring at the blurred shape of their ruthless Mafia Lord being ridden wildly by his peasant wife. "You're a crazy little bitch," Martinez growled, his face flushed, his teeth grinding as my tight walls clamped around his shaft like a vice. He couldn't take it anymore; his hands gripped my ass cheeks, lifting me up and slamming me back down to force his own brutal depth into the rhythm.

Artemis asked, a rare, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips as a particularly pompous old Don from Chicago waddled past. Claudine snorted, a small, genuine laugh escaping her. “Oh, you know, just living the dream. One part captive, two parts trophy wife, all parts ready to set something on fire.” She leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice. “This whole ‘mafia bride’ thing is exhausting. My feet are killing me.” Artemis let out a soft chuckle. “You look like you’re handling it.”

“Seriously? What the hell is your problem? Are you that much of a baby now that the attention isn’t being focused on you? Poor lamb.” Camilla scowls instantly. “Excuse me? I was just being honest.” “No one wants your shitty opinions.” Right as Camilla is about to argue back, Beatrice claps her hands together. “That’s enough, ladies. We need to wrap this up, anyway. We have that appointment we missed the other day we need to get to.” I sigh, stepping down off the podium. Because a Mafia bride isn’t complete until she’s draped in diamonds and blood money…

He dropped on one knee and lifted my chin. “Fucking hell,” he whistled, “we caught a pretty one today.” He paused, his brows furrowing into a frown. “Wait a minute… Why do you look familiar?” “Boss,” someone's distorted voice came from behind, “I forgot to mention. She's the Mafia bride.” “What do you mean?” Uneasy silence hung in the air. “The Draven bride, boss.” The silence lasted longer this time, and the boss's hand fell away from my face. “Why the hell are you just telling me this?”

Blushing Bride Intro; When nineteen year old Georgia Marcelli walks down the aisle, she steps into a marriage arranged by power, not love. But behind her virgin innocence lies a dangerous craving to be seen, owned, and devoured and no one sees her quite like Massimo De Luca. He’s a thirty-three year old ruthless and obsessively controlled self-made billionaire with a name that turns heads and a stare that undresses her soul. The moment she becomes his wife, he makes one thing clear:

A mafia funeral is more than grief. Aunt Rosa crouched beside me, her umbrella doing little to shield either of us from the storm. Her perfume was strong, choking in the damp air. She tucked a strand of wet hair behind my ear and whispered, “Isla, darling, don’t cry. You have me now. I’ll take care of you.”

i hum in understanding. After dinner we snuggle on the couch.laurel did not only plan the dinner.she wanted us to also N*****x and chill.i refrained myself from laughing,I didn't want her to be offended.i have never sat down to watch a movie before.it is laughable for a mafia boss to watch n*****x.but it is laurel.i will do anything for her. So I trace the lines and contours of her body with my fingers, she's resting her head on my shoulder,her body is pressed on one side of my body.i'm finding it hard to concentrate on the movie because her body is doing crazy things to my imagination.