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 noticed the rage in Matteo’s face in response to her query. She believed she had unintentionally said something hurtful. "I’m sorry", she began to explain, "I knew I shouldn’t have talked about the kiss," but stopped when she realized she had done nothing wrong. She questioned, "I don't understand; why are you sad all of a sudden?" 


Matteo jerked his head upward to glance at the sky, then spun around and gripped his fist straight against the handrail. He clenched it so firmly into his fist that the contours of his veins became visible in his hand. Flashbacks of what happened in the past flowed through his memories. He could hear Lucia's voice ring in his ear: 'Matteo, please save me. Please don't let them kill me. Leon, Leon, please give them what they want!" and then the sound of a gunshot jolted him out of his reverie with a shrug on his shoulder. 


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