Claimed by the Don

In a dark and frigid chamber, where but a faint light from the full moon did illuminate the scene, Hazel did push the door ajar and strode within, her steps slow, faint, yet steady.



She stood in the midst of the room, casting her gaze about as her form quaked with fear, yet she sought to calm her troubled spirit. Clad in a short red gown, her slender and alluring figure could make any man fall to his knees; her legs were long and smooth. Though she came not to seduce, it felt as though she were there to ensnare him!



In that shadowed room, a man of sturdy build stood beside the window—none other than Alejandro Fernandez! His cargo pants clung to his thin waist as though they might slip away with but a swift tug.



A cigar rested between his fingers, from which he drew smoke slowly. He turned to face her, his gaze sharp, dark, and cold. The very air around him was heavy with danger!



“Come closer...” he muttered lazily as he extinguished the cigar in an ashtray.



Feeling wronged and filled with ire, Hazel clenched her fists tight.



“Art thou mad?! How dare thee command me to draw nigh? Dost thou think me one of thy whores?” she retorted, anger coursing through her veins.



With resolve, she turned to flee the room; yet his eyes darkened and a glint of cold malice flickered within.



Suddenly, she felt a fierce grip upon her waist; her back met the wall with harshness that made her wince in pain. The formidable man pinned her against the cold surface, his body pressing hard upon hers. She could feel his imposing bulge against her thighs.



Their gazes locked—his cold and dangerous glare made her shiver. She struggled to push him away, but his grip was unyielding. He beheld the tiny lady thus pinned against the wall, watching as she endeavored to resist; her crimson lips trembled.



This meant she rejected him!



In an instant, he pressed his lips upon hers and kissed her hungrily...



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Alejandro Fernandez is known throughout the town as the most powerful and fearsome mafia lord; he takes life without mercy but is resolute in seizing that which piques his interest.



Hazel Isla is known as a cold-hearted beauty; she speaks little and mindeth her own affairs. A virgin stripper who doth undertake unsavory tasks for herself and her brother's survival—what fate awaits when she encounters Alejandro Fernandez?



What shall transpire when Alejandro sets his sights upon her and suddenly desires her for himself?