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+)

Pushing those thoughts aside, Isabella refocused on her reflection in the mirror as she groped her breast. She closed her eyes and imagined what Matteo would say if he had caught her touching herself: 


'Princess, you need to stop doing that or else you will regret it’. Isabella let out a light giggle. 


'Do you want me to hold it for you? My hands are very good at lifting weights’. Isabella blushed as her imagination ran wild and got the best of her. She felt as though he was behind her, silently whispering those words into her ear and causing cold thrills to run down her spine. 


'Do you want to take my hands and replace them with yours?’ She gushed but desired something more realistic. She closed her eyes as she imagined him approach her from behind, grabs her waist, and pulls her close to his body then, he whispered to her hearing, 'What are you doing, my love? Are you touching yourself? If you wanted to do that, you should have told me to do it for you’. 


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