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My Hot Mafia, A dirty whore for him 6
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Cookie writesHIII Moonlighters! I’m so happy you made it this far. I’m grateful for your love and support, since Nia’s journey. Please keep supporting, commenting and reading more! Btw, what do you think of Nia’s fate with the dangerous mafia!??
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The chandelier light bounced off the glossy cold metal as he placed it in her shaky hands. “Finish him, piccola,” he said, his voice calm as he guided her hand toward the man. Nia froze, her body quivered as the weight of the gun settled in her palms. The man’s pleas grew louder, his sobs echoing in her ears. “I—I can’t,” she stammered, her voice barely audible. Massimo leaned close, his lips brushed against her ear. “Yes, you can. Pull the trigger.” Her fingers shook against the trigger, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her mind raced, torn between fear, guilt, and the overwhelming presence of the man behind her. The man on the floor shook his head, his voice cracking. “Please, I’ll do anything—just don’t—” Massimo’s grip on her hand tightened. “Show me that I can trust you, bambina. Show me your loyalty.” Tears pricked her eyes as she stared at the man, his terrified face plastered into her mind. Her vision blurred, and the weight of the gun seemed to grow heavier. “Mass
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“H-help me, please” she begged, fighting desperately with the water, as she tried to keep her head on the surface.But the cold water was winning, it was swallowing her whole. And she surrendered to its strength, who was she kidding? Fighting against water?Nia’s limbs stopped moving, her lungs burned, and her vision darkened. The world seemed to flash before her eyes—as she plunged deeper into darkness, her mind couldn’t help but blame Selene, maybe if she had never offered to take the mission, then she could wallow in her regrets in peace.She didn’t enjoy dying over and over, she was feeling the passion, the love, but the sacrifices that came with it was nothing she expected.She’d think now that she had a literal blueprint of the women’s lives, that she’d live it better. That she’d see what was coming next for her.But could she forget that she was a woman too? That she could make things even worse if she let her emotions take over her judgments.But then, strong arms pulled her
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Nia swallowed hard, her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. “I said own me… and I meant—” Her hands traced down his chest, sleek from the water, feeling every inch of muscle beneath her fingertips. She moved closer, her body pressed against his, and her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, She paused, her fingers dipped lower, wrapping around his hardness, already throbbing for her. “Every—” Her other hand found its way to his nipple, she pinched it gently before her lips closed around it, sucking lightly. Massimo’s breath hitched, and his hand shot up, wrapping around her throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to remind her who was in control. “I will fuck you at the highest peak and make you squeal like a bitch,” he growled, his grip firm, his voice laced with hunger. Before she could respond, he rose to his feet in one swift motion, lifting her effortlessly and tossing her over his shoulder. “Gosh!” She gasped, her hands gripped his back as he ca
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Nia’s hands gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white as she tried to hold herself. Massimo’s tongue was wicked , flicking and lapping at her, moving from her clit to her labia, that made her toes curl. “Oh, Fuck!” She bit down on her lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, a desperate sound that echoed in the silence of the room.Massimo paused, lifted his head proudly just enough to glance over her shoulder. His dark eyes narrowed as they landed on one of his men, who was shifting uncomfortably, his hands pressed firmly against his crotch. The man’s face was flushed, his eyes darted around the room as if he was searching for an escape.“F-fuck,” the man muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible but enough to make Massimo’s jaw tighten in anger Slowly, Massimo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze never left the man as he stood and walked toward him.The man’s eyes widened in panic, and he quickly averted his gaze, staring at the floor as if i
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“You test me, bambina,” Massimo growled, his voice low and dangerous as his lips trailed down the curve of Nia’s neck. The heat of his breath sent shivers raced down her spine, her wetness pooled between her thighs. His hands, striped with veins were, rough and possessive, he carried her off the bed. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his torso, he gripped her hips tighter, pressing her back against the wall. Her body completely at his mercy. She could feel the hardness of him through the thin fabric of his trousers, and the way her swollen pussy throbbed between her legs only increased .“You make me want to fuck you until your insides beg for mercy.”Nia’s breath seized, her hands tangled in his dark hair as she pulled him closer. Her lips brushed against his, a soft tease that made him groan. “Then fuck me, Massimo,” she whispered, her voice filled with need. “Fuck me, my mafia.”His response was immediate, a growl that vibrated through his chest as he lifted her higher, adj
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Nia’s breath seized as the sudden gunshot echoed outside, sharp and deafening. Massimo spunned in an instant, his hand already reached for the gun that rested on the cabinet beside him. His movements were smooth yet calculative, like he had always been prepared for something like this Her heart pounded as she watched him, her legs trembling. He crouched slightly, as he took a cautious peek outside the window. His jaw tightened, and his entire body tensed.“What’s going on?” she whispered, her voice shook.Massimo remained silent, his gaze fixed on one corner of the window as he stayed low, trying to stay out of sight. The tension in the air was suffocating, and Nia’s stomach just churned and ached with fear. Could they ever go anywhere without someone trying to kill them? Could they ever escape the death and the smell of gunpowder that seemed to follow Massimo like a shadow?The image of the man Massimo had forced her to kill just earlier in the day flashed through her mind, and h
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Nia woke up to the odd smell of antiseptics and the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor. Her vision blurred as she blinked slowly, her head pounded like drums. Pain surged through her shoulder, sharp and unrelenting, and her lips opened slowly in a soft gaspShe could barely see but noticed a large, shadowy figure moving around the room. As her vision cleared, she recognized him—Massimo. His back was to her, his broad shoulders tense, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.“The doctor said it was just a large graze …” his deep voice cut through the silence. He didn’t turn to face her, his hand moved —but she couldn’t see what he was doing. She didn’t respond, her mind was spinning. Her gaze trailed to her shoulder, where thick white bandages showed through her hospital gown. A part of her was upset—but at herself. What was she even doing here? Throwing herself into the line of fire, literally, for him?Her chest tightened. What if she had died? Then what, she moves to the next life
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“No”Nia gasped, The word hung in the air, sharp and final, as if it could cut through the tension like a knife. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath seized as she stared at the door. The handle twisted slowly, the sound of the metal clicking softly, and she felt her stomach drop. Someone was about to enter. She turned her glare toward Massimo, who sat on the bed, her thighs still up in between him with smug smile on his lips. His fingers idly stroked his hair his dark eyes shoned with something Nia couldn’t quite place. She pulled the thin sheet higher, clutching it tightly against her bare skin, her lips pressed into a thin line. Shame washed over her, hot and suffocating. The door opened, and the doctor stepped inside, his face was expressionless . Nia buried her face in the pillow, her muffled cries of disapproval escaping into the fabric. She didn’t want him here. She didn’t want anyone here. But Massimo? He didn’t seem to listen. She had made a deal with the devi
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Julien took a slow step forward, his right hand up in front of the gun in surrender as his voice dropped to a low whisper, “What if I make you a deal?” Miguel’s brow arched, and his grip on the gun shook. Eventually the sleek barrel dipped slightly, no longer aimed at Julien’s head. “I’m listening.” Julien exhaled, and stole a quick glance at Nia. “Let someone else replace her at the pop-up. I’ll double whatever you make.” A low chuckle rumbled from Miguel’s chest. “It seems your man here has money to squander,.” His eyes slid to Nia, his lips curled into a smirk. “But I’m not cheap, Julien.” Julien heaved, trying to gather his composure before his gaze landed on Miguel again . “What more do you want?” Miguel tapped the barrel of the gun against his temple pretending to think , his lips twitched then, his smile widened. “She shows up for the next one.” Julien’s hands instinctively balled into fists, Nia fingers dig into her palm, she could sense that it was taking every
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“J-julien” Nia’s breath came in ragged gasps as she rocked back and forth over the balcony railing, her spine bent at an unnatural angle. The pressure of Julien’s grip around her throat was unbearably, possessive, terrifyingly familiar.But she just got here, she couldn’t just die immediately? She knew she was failing her mission woefully, and if died right now then it makes things worse.She had only collected one energy so far, how would she bring Ares back if all she was doing is get carried away? Images flashed in her mind, Her head slammed against the stone —Seraphine’s laughter, her whispered confessions, her body pressed against Julien’s in love and war. She could see herself living all of Seraphine’s moments, And then the memory of falling—arms flailing, air rushing past her, the brutal snap of her skull against pavement.If she couldn’t get herself out of this mess, then it would happen again.But this time, she wasn’t Seraphine.She was Nia.And she was going to feel the
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Her vision blurred, her body felt weightless, free. Distantly, she heard the sharp crack of another gunshot, the bullet lodge in her chest again. “No!!!” Massimo shouted, in anger he brought out his gun and started shooting towards where the shot came from randomly, impulsively, in pain. His front door busted open and his men rushed in, they froze instinctively at the sight in front of them. His gaze darted back to her, with shaky hands pressing against her wound, warm blood pooled between his fingers as he tried to hold her together. “Bambina,” Massimo rasped, his voice breaking. “Stay with me.” Her lips parted, but no sound came. Instead blood spluttered from her mouth, her chest heaved slowly, her pulse was getting weaker and weaker. So this was how their story ends? She had thought they’d be more of Bonnie and Clyde, but the Romeo and Juliet ending wasn’t something she quite expected. “Stay with me, bambina,” he pleaded, his gaze held hers, pressing his forehead to
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Massimo’s voice was raw, His knees hit the floor with a dull thud, and for the first time, he looked… breakable. The predator, the monster, the man who ruled with an iron grip—he was kneeling before her like a sinner at the altar. “I owe you, bambina,” he rasped, his breath uneven. “I owe you for the life I stole, for the hatred you carry.” Nia’s hands trembled at her sides, she had never seen this side of him, wait why? Why all of a sudden, what did he owe? Was he actually feeling guilty for killing isabel’s parents. Her heart pounded like violent storm against her chest. This was the closest thing to remorse she had ever seen in his cold, ruthless eyes. But it confused her , one minute he wanted to blow her head off for her supposed betrayal, and now…. Her chest heaved as she took in his vulnerable state, tears hung at the corner of her eyes as she slowly knelt in front of him. She wanted to comfort him, but right now she had to be Isabel, Not Nia. “You didn’t just steal my
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Nia and Caterina turned sharply towards the voice, and Nia’s breath caught in her throat. Massimo stood at the doorway, his expression dark and unreadable, his gaze moved between the two of them. Nia’s stomach churned violently. This was it. This was how it would all end. Their love story—if she could even call it that—was doomed before it had a chance to truly begin. The forbidden love between the Mafia and his enemy’s daughter, could have been a hit story. “Massimo, my darling,” Caterina smirked, stepping closer to him, claiming innocence. “I’m sorry you had to find out like this,” she purred, clearly relishing the moment. Nia’s fists clenched. She wanted to tear Caterina apart, to rip out every perfect strand of hair, to shatter that smug expression off her face, ruin the perfection she managed to put together. But more than anything, she wanted to erase the woman who haunted her nightmares. The woman who always found a way to ruin her—no matter the lifetime. But Ma
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A sharp pain throbbed in Nia’s head as she stirred awake, her limbs stretched but heavy against the soft sheets. “Oh Fuck!” She groaned, rubbing her temple, wincing as the headache tore through her skull like an iron fist. She blinked against the morning light that penetrated through the curtains, she took in her surroundings. She noticed that the room has been well arranged, Everything was in its place—the furniture undisturbed, the broken objects she had trashed the night before mysteriously gone.Her breath hitched. Massimo. He wasn’t beside her, and she couldn’t hear any movements so he probably wasn’t even home. She sat up, running her hands through her tangled hair as flashbacks of last night replayed in her mind—her anger, her outburst, her shattered pride. But then there was him, his voice deep and unwavering."I know what I want, and it’s not Caterina."A small, hesitant smile tugged at her lips. It wasn’t exactly the validation she had craved, but it was something. Maybe
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“Beg for it, Nia. Beg.” Massimo’s voice was low, a growl that vibrated through the room as he stepped back from the bed, his broad shoulders flexed under the dim light. He moved with purpose toward the board of sex equipment, his eyes never left hers. Nia’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she watched him pick up a red blindfold.She didn’t speak, but her body betrayed her—the way her legs trembled, the way her hips shifted slightly, subtly arching toward him. Massimo noticed it all. Of course he did. He always did. He climbed back onto the bed, his movements deliberate, predatory, and leaned over her, their gazes locking. His eyes burned with a hunger that made her insides tingle with anticipation “I don’t want you pleading with your eyes,” he murmured, his voice low but echoed with something more dark, hungry. “I want your body to do the talking.”Nia swallowed hard as he gently but firmly tilted her head forward, the silk of the blindfold brushed against her skin before he tied it
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Massimo loomed over her, his dark eyes satisfied by her reaction. She wanted to scream, to fight, but the way he looked at her—like she was already his—made her body betray her. Her chest heaved, her nipples already stiffened under his gaze, and she hated how quickly her body responded to him. The red silk sheets beneath her felt soft l against her flushed skin, a big contrast to the heat pooling between her legs.Massimo’s hands moved with ease, his fingers trailed down her body. He didn’t rush, savoring every shiver, every involuntary twitch of her muscles. When he reached her wrists, he bounded them to the bedposts with leather cuffs, the material soft but hard. Her struggles were nothing, and she knew it, but she fought anyway. She had to fight, she shook her head vigorously, trying to get his attention, but the spreader pulled her legs apart even more. “The more you fight it, the more it expands” he murmured, his voice low, sending a shiver down her spine. “And the more your
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“Nothing? “She scoffed, before her gaze fell disappointedly. “ that’s what I thought” She tried to push him away and just be as far away from him as possible , but he resisted effortlessly, his manly strength over powered her.Before she could react further, Massimo lifted her over his shoulder in a single swift motion."What the—-" Nia gasped sharply, “ Massimo, put me down!” She yelled, her fists pounded against his back as she kicked her feet wildly. "Let me go!"Her breath came in short, furious bursts, but he didn’t seem fazed. His grip on her was hard, strong and absolute, as if carrying her weight was effortless. His movements were controlled, each step just carried the weight of his dominance. ,His steps were slow and intentional —like he had all the time in the world to deal with her tantrum."Put me down, you arrogant bastard!" she spat, her nails dug into his back through the fabric of his shirt. She didn’t care if she left marks. She didn’t care about anything except f
