HIGHLY RATED(18+)

Author's warnings: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT, ABUSE, ILLEGAL ACTIONS AND DEATH.

IF YOU CANT WITHSTAND ANY OF THIS MENTIONED ABOVE, KINDLY PASS BECAUSE IT'S NOT FOR THE WEAK.
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"There are rules binding this contract, Isabella", Leonardo said to me while staring deeply into my eyes .

A shivered ran through my whole body when I heard his cold deep voice. I stared back into his sexy green eyes before I spoke confidentially,"And what's that?". I asked.

"Rule number one, you don't touch my body whenever I'm being intimate with you". Say's Leonardo.

"Rule number two". I turned to look at Matteo who was laying back on his elbow on the bed with no shirt on and I could tell that he was looking totally hot in that position. I gulped in the lump in my throat when my eyes descended on his well detailed abs. "We can do whatever we want with you and you have no right to object".

I felt seriously nervous with the way their eyes were scrutinizing my whole body and it took me enough confident to turn to look at Leonardo.
"Is that all?". I asked and then, he brought out a pen and offered it to me.

"Sign the contract and be ours". Leonardo said to me but that wasn't what just I wanted, I wanted to be more than a SLUT to them.

Meet the Domenico brother's, who kills people for a living. A mafia and the world's greatest nightmare.

What happens when a contract of submission is offered to the innocent Miss Isabella Laurenza?

Would their relationship turns out to be lust or bloody???

Find out, rated 18+

The Mafias Dirty Little Slut(18+)

Matteo walked into his office as thoughts of Leonardo filled his head; Leonardo has been acting strangely ever since he returned from the hotel yesterday. Leonardo had even refused to show up in the office today after giving out excuses to him. 


 Leonardo had never acted this way before, and it felt dubious even when he'd lock himself in a private room and strange noises comes out of the room each time he pass-by. He would have assumed that Leonardo was masturbating, but Leonardo never masturbates; not when he could get any woman at once to fulfil his sexual desires. 


 As he approached the table, he shoved the thought out of his mind and tried to think of something else. 


 He placed his suit case on the desk and sat on the swivel chair, drawing the chair closer to the table before turning on the computer in front of him. When the computer switched on, he stared blankly at the screen, recalling what had happened yesterday morning. 


UNFINISHED BUSINESS