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

It was only just half of the day and I’m already completely exhausted. Aside from the fact that Hudson tried to drain me from giving me countless piles of work, sleep had abandoned me for the past few days. 


Every time I shut my eyes, I remember that man’s eyes as he lay dead on the floor of my apartment. Despite the emptiness, the fear it held could not be mistaken. Blood stained her crisp clean white suit and she embraced it with pride. 


The best decision I ever had was to play submissive the first time she seeked me out. The worst was lying to her and I suffered the consequences for that. The mark on my thigh was the living proof. Ironically, she gave me medicines and ointments to erase the scar. I thought for sure she wanted to keep it as a reminder of my stupidity. 


Chapter 54