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 moved down towards the center of her legs. It was glistening with wetness, leaking from the core. I was so nervous to do what I had in mind but I wanted to try and taste her. 


I heard a grunt and in no time, I was pulled, face to face with Cara. 


“Do whatever you want. You have my permission. Lick me, suck me, fuck me, tesoro. I’m all yours.” Her sultry impatient voice and the words she said ignited a fire in me. 


She kissed me again. I feel her leg rise towards my waist to pull me towards her as she lies again on her back, dragging me down with her. My fingers instinctively went toward her wet entrance. It took a moment for me to realize what I was doing. They were purely instincts of a man. 


She moaned, feeling my fingers spreading her while thrusting in and out of her. It was music to my ears and it urged me to go deeper. Wet, warm and so tight. 


Chapter 60