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

“Cara… please.” My voice is begging and desperate. 


She tightens her hold on my throat, I wheezed in both pain and surprise. She never goes beyond just holding my neck. This was the first time she instilled pain while holding me, not unless she’s furious. Do my feelings enrage her? 


Tears pooled in my eyes at the realization. She doesn’t feel the same way. She doesn’t want me. 


My hand clasped her wrist in an unhurried motion. I nodded at her. “I’ll go.” She then let me go. 


I stare at her for a while. Her cold look squeezed my heart in agony. I never thought I could love a woman this way. I couldn’t even fight with all I’ve got. What’s even my all when this woman already has everything… a lot more than I have? What’s a simple man like me offer her? Love is simply not enough. 


Chapter 97