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Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

I say to Stephen softly and he lets go of me. The alpha feels intimidating even when he's not touching me and I want to lean into his touch, to feel him more, but I keep myself from doing just that. I sit but Stephen doesn't, he stands behind me and the fact that he's protecting me like this stirs something in me…a new desire, different from last night. “Now Asher, you have an education to go through” Uncle Vito says and I bite my tongue to stop from giving him a rude response, I just need this to end already.

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My hate for Alessio roared, raw and blistering, scorching through the twisted heat that coiled between us. My body burned where he’d touched me — not just with anger, but with something that made my stomach twist. I hated that more than the chains.

He will hate seeing me like this, and the thought brought a smile that touched the corner of my lips before I let the darkness claim me. . _ Have you checked out the new book? Twisted Marriage- A Dark MMF MAFIA ROMANCE A. Gupta

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

Chapter 2: I Got Handcuffed And Devoured By The Criminals I Was Supposed To Arrest The Spicy Cube is burning through my system like liquid fire. Every nerve in my body is alive. My skin feels too tight. My nipples are aching peaks. And my pussy — God, my poor neglected pussy — is throbbing so hard it almost hurts. I’ve never felt anything like this. Six weeks of celibacy have left me starving, and these two dangerous women are feeding on me like I’m their last meal.

“Every spin that lands on me from now on, this body is mine to play with. I’m gonna stretch that tight little virgin cunt eventually and you’re gonna beg for it even while you’re calling me every name.” I was breathing hard, chest heaving, nipples wet and aching from his mouth, part of me wanted to slap him and tell him to go to hell. The other part—the dark, shameful part—was already imagining what would happen on the next spin. “You’re disgusting,” I whispered, but my voice shook with something that wasn’t just anger. “I still hate you. This doesn’t change anything.” He grinned, wicked and triumphant, and reached for the bottle again, giving it a hard spin on the table.