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

“I know what you’re trying to imply, zio. Hopefully, I’m wrong.” 


I know why he asked me to walk with him outside their garden. It wasn’t because the night was beautiful and the moon was wonderfully at its peak. 


“Oh, Cara mia. I just worry for the only princess in the family. You are like a daughter to me. And I’m sure you leading the family isn’t really Domenico’s wish- despite you being the real heiress. However… we’re not out here to reprimand you and perhaps Angelo’s decision. Know that no matter what, whether you’re the best of the best, I still worry for you.” 


I chuckle as I playfully roll my eyes. “Of course, uncle. How can I not know that? How can I forget that? So…” He raises his brow inquisitively. “About that rule, am I exempted because of course you favor me?” I inquire with a tease. 


Chapter 56