I glared when his hand reached again to my neck. Our faces only an inch apart. His big hand was almost wrapping it whole. His thumb massaging my throat like a feather. "And when I thrust inside of you, I want to hear you scream my name. Every name of mine."

"Dante. Adriano. Sol. Di. Angelo." His thumb stroking the center of my neck while uttering every name he owned. His eyes hooded in heat, lust clouding the windows of his soul. "And when you cum, it'll be Dante you moan."

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Hailynn Fleury is a talented painter. Growing up as an orphan, she and her best friend Ethan, always wanted to get back to the people that helped and cared for them. When one of her friends convinced her to auction her paintings at one of her charity events, it didn't take much persuasion knowing the money would go to the orphanage. 

On the night of the auction, her future took another turn when she saw a handsome man holding a gun. Later finding out that he was a mafia boss with an intention of keeping her from thereon. 

Witnessing him pulling a trigger to someone would have been the mafia boss' wisest decision to never let her go. Except that he couldn't touch the girl knowing the promise he had with his cousin. Dreams of bedding the girl is no longer an option. But how will he treat his ragazza, really?

Find out how both of their lives took a turn- with the aspiring artist and the Italian mafia boss.

Mafia King

“Maybe I wanted you more than that.” He murmured. I could barely hear what he said but I managed to. 


I scoffed in a sarcastic manner. “Oh you do because I really don’t feel your intention.” I teased but my heart was beating so fast. 


“I always wanted a family of my own you know.” My head tilted to the side as I listened to him. “Growing up with people who value families, I wanted to have that too. Maybe I wanted it with you. I mean the way you sway your ass in the kitchen like my adorable wife.” 


I laugh. “Oh mon dieu. You’re such a pervert.” 


He smirked mischievously. The one he always showed me before. “Did you know you cried perfect French when I was pummeling you?” 


I glared at him while he laughed. “You really are a pervert.” 


He then reached my face and his other hand resting on my neck, he pulled me towards him with a heavy passionate kiss. I returned his eagerness until our tongue collided and fought for dominance. 


Chapter 26