PROLOGUE.

WARNING!

This is a Mafia erotic content and this book contains violence as much as it contains BDSM.

There is so much WAR, LOVE, HATE and OBSESSION. The Male lead is an extremist. Kills without remorse, and of course love without boundaries( Just the female lead.) This book is not for readers younger than 18.

Drystan presence screamed power, darkness, and danger as he leaned against his black Audi A7l with folded arms, waiting for Rosealba at the front of her office. It was something he had never done in his life. He never had to wait for anyone, never. He was Italy's most feared, he gave orders and they were carried out in micros seconds, but with her, there was a slithering desire to see, to feel, and to hold dearly.

Since the day his eyes crossed her direction, he had been a different person. His darkness that didn't have limitations was suddenly limited to her. He found himself always at her flower store, like a homeless being, craving and yearning for her presence.

Just like every other time, he didn't want to miss out on the bright beautiful smile that would engulf her face if she won the contest of a book she spent her entire year writing. Even though he had driven a stake into the heart of a traitor and killed him less than the way that would satisfy his haunting heart, he had driven an hour down here because her presence was like tiny brilliant stars that brightened his darkest heart.

And when his eyes caught the sight of her, a muscle pinched in his jaws and satisfaction slited through him.

She looked drop-dead gorgeous than anybody ever looked in a black pant, a black turtle neck top, and a tan coat that complemented the glow of her pale white skin. She walked out of the glass door with a file in her hand, wearing that big bright smile and guiding his weary heart with shores of hope. In his world, no one ever smiled this beautifully— no one ever deserved to smile.

Her smile was a melody that played on her lips, a silent symphony that whispered peace—the peace he never knew he needed until her emergence in his life.

As she walked closer, her smile, beautiful petals, unfolding kindness and warmth into him, he suddenly recalled last night—the glow in her big doe eye, as he flipped her over to have a hold of her beautiful expression while he fucked her hard and fast grunting hotly into the air, something he never did before.

He had not been able to get through whatever happened last night. For 12 good years, Drystan had believed that sex didn't involve emotions or feelings. He fucked, mostly from behind, hard and fast, with no light, because darkness was etched into every part of his existence and they were rules that he had held dearly, until three nights back. He had kissed her, and even done the sweet nothing he thought he would never do, and when he buried his huge self into her tight willing p***y, he had called out home. He had f**ked her, hard and fast, scared that she might break into pieces, but she proved him wrong. Turned out his sweet little blondy was a slut and he had never been this happy to be wrong. Her slim, tight cunt, took him perfectly, providing him the pleasure no one ever gave him. Since the day he met her, she became his, and she had the chance to still run, but now? She was his possession! His obsession and everything he existed for.

Finally, he owned his human, and the world would be perks of aches if anyone dared his obsession.

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“What do you want?” His tone was sharp. Laced with something lethal. Like he was going to give her the world.

Rosealba’s heart pounded. The last time she said what she wanted she was almost crippled. Today. If she said what she wanted. She probably would never find her feet again, but.

The tension in the room stiffened. This was what she wanted. What her pussy wanted was to be fucked in ways that overridden sexual thoughts from her mind for the next 7 days.

Her throat bobbled as she swallowed a lump.

“I want… I want all of you, Drystan… all of, ...”

Her words trailed off as Drysan grabbed her neck closer, not giving her the privilege to finish.

He simply just held her neck firmly then crashed his lips against hers muffling her gasp with a kiss.

Trembling against the kiss, he grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the table the cold wood biting into her skin. He positioned the cap of his cock against her pussy lips.

Then in one swift move, he sank himself into her—deep. Brutal, claiming her with that one thrust.

Rosealba back arched.

Breath hitched,

“Argh!!!” she screamed, nails digging into his shoulders as she gasped, watching him groan at the sweetness of her cunt, his facial veins twitching so visibly—the pleasure showed on his face.

His head spilled backward at the sweetness of her wet pussy wrapping against him.

“Shit!!!” he gritted, bringing his head forward, each thrust more powerful than the last.

Rosealba’s walls affixed against his cock.

“Arghhhh!!!”

“Drystan!!!”

“Yesss!!!” She cried out, hands scrambling for something to hold onto again, but all she could find was him. His shoulder. His arms.

The table cracked beneath their movements, but Drystan didn't slow. If anything, it fueled him.

His pace is merciless, his hips snapping against hers.

The sound of skin echoed through the room and Rosealba threw her head backward.

“Drystan… Oh!!!

“Yes!!” Her body trembled and her nails raked down his body as pleasure coiled tight, ready to snap.

With his sister a wall away from them, he should be cautious. But that was far away from the person he could be.

As he plumped himself into her, he watched her eyes hooded, jaws clenched. He loved seeing her like this—wrecked, breathless, falling apart because of him.

His hand moved to the back of her hair and he gripped a reasonable quantity.

“Look at me!” His voice was a rasp as he forced her to meet his gaze.

Rosealba’s head fell forward, chest rising and falling.

“Fucking perfect!”

A shudder rolled down her but then—

Suddenly,

He shifted, angling himself deeper, hitting the spot that made her entire body tremble.

“Arghhhhh!!!” Rosealba arched, body quivering against his grip. Visions blurred as her stomach tightened.

Her hands moved to Drystan’s clothes and she gripped them.

“Drystan…” her lips quivered, curling- knees bucked but he didn't stop. He just kept plumping into her. Deep, hard, angling.

She should control herself. She should not have screamed this much because her best friend and her … were a wall away from this room but she couldn't hold it in.

Her eyes rolled. Her muscles stiffened as she struggled to keep her gaze locked against his.

“I am cumming… Drysatn, please. I am cumming’ oh..”

Her heart wrenched. Hoping he would not stop her from cumming and—

Yes.

He didn't.

As deep as he went into her, his grip on her neck tightened.

“Cum for me.” he breathed in a whisper. Rough, scorching whisper.

“Cum for me. Cum on my cock sunshine. On our cock.”

Like a shattering earthquake, her orgasm occurred, shutting through every nerve until she was jerking back and forth.

Eyes closed.

Body trembling.

Pussy wrenching.

She came prettily, grazing his cock with every juice that existed within her.

She was still trembling, breathless, ruined from the last round, but he wasn't done. Not even close.

His hands gripped her hips again, yanking her back into position. She barely had the time to process before he slid back into her, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

Rosealba's walls clamped around his cock. Pussy so wet and accommodating it held onto him for seconds longer.

Drystan arched into her. His moan wrecked.

Rosealba's too-sensitive body shook but he didn't slow down.

His lips curled. “Too much?” he asked in a taunt. Voice thick. Too teasing.

Her walls gripped him and he let out a groan in rhythm to his powerful thrust, his grip tightening on her hips.

“You are so sweet.” he coed, licking his lips while keeping his eyes locked with hers. Rosealba bit on her lower lips, nodding her head inaffirmation.

“And you… you offer the best stroke, Daddy.”

Her words colluded with one erratic thrust and that was it. He was gone. Lost in his own rising orgasm.

His muscles ticked.

Jaw clamped he clutched firmly onto her arms, shaking, trembling.

“I am cumming.”

His lips parted. Trembling.

“I am cumming sunshine… I am cumming in your sweet…”

His head rolled backward, body shuddering from his own orgasm as he buried himself into her—groaning while spilling his entire fluid onto her.