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

“What are you doing to me?” I asked breathlessly as soon as our lips parted. 


Before she could answer, I promptly rose from the seat, realizing time is of the essence. I can’t do this right now or I won’t have a job to go back to. 


Cara’s legs were wrapped around my waist. She didn’t let me go when I moved to get up. 


“Sorry but I have to go. I’m going to be late for work.” I carefully slid her off of me, already missing her wrapped around me like a clingy koala. 


I grunt when I feel her hands carefully unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. “Cara…” I groaned. 


She leaves it open and turns around, pressing her back against my chest. She grabs my hands from behind and directs it to her breasts, guiding me on what wants me to do. 


Chapter 72