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 don’t know what she’ll plan to do to me if she finds out I got her pregnant. I think I’m more worried about that fact rather than unexpectedly becoming a father. 


I imagine myself fathering her child- our baby. Will they inherit her looks? Her crazy personality? Her fearlessness? Her smile? Her- fuck! What the hell am I thinking?! 


I noticed she was quiet and didn’t respond to my confession. She fell asleep. I wonder if she heard what I said. Damn it. If she didn’t kill me before, she’ll probably kill me this time. 


I was so stupid for getting carried away like that. She felt so overwhelmingly good. It was my first time so I didn’t know when to withdraw. Not that I even remembered it anyway. I just know that I loved the feeling of being inside her. The way she had a vice grip on my cock. 


As I waited for her to wake up, I planned to order breakfast for her but Franco already beat me to it. The food was waiting for us in the dining room. 


Chapter 62