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

Just my luck. Hudson bumped into me as soon as I arrived in the office. He scowled the moment his eyes landed upon me. 


I almost had a speeding ticket while trying to race against time. I already knew I was one hour late. Despite that, I ran for my life from the parking lot and even blamed the elevator for taking its time. 


“I apologize.” I pant. “I was-” 


“Save your excuses, Ross.” He chided. “It will not save you from the consequences. And you already know what it is.” He then whirls around and walks back to his evil lair. 


The man literally hates my guts. I don’t know why when he’s the one who’s actually stealing my credits. 


I sighed as I walked towards our cubicle. My shoulders slumped at the possible endless overtime on projects that didn’t even need to rush. 


“Dude… what the heck happened to you? You looked like you just got fucked.” 


Chapter 67