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+)

Isabella felt her legs shaking as she groggily dragged herself to the front door of her house. She had just arrived after traipsing for approximately thirty minutes. She opened her bag and began fumbling through it for her phone till she found it. She brought out her phone and dialed her mom's number. The phone rang for a few seconds before the caller responded. 


"Please open the door, mom," Isabella said, and she hung up immediately. 


A few minutes later, the door was unlocked from the inside and opened. 


"What happened, Isabella? It's nine o'clock and you're late from work," her mom complained as she pulled the door open and stepped aside to let her in. 


Isabella walked in through the door and entered the house, leaving the door open behind her, which her mother quickly shut before turning to look at her. She stepped out of her shoe and tossed it to the floor. As she made her way to her small bedroom, she stretched out her exhausted body. 


OPEN THE DOOR