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My Hot Mafia, A dirty whore for me 12
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Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his My Hot Mafia, A dirty Whore for him 13
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
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-23Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his My Hot Mafia, A dirty Whore for him 15
“S-sir?” The doctor stuttered Massimo chuckled softly, “Come on, no need to be shy now. I can see you want to join in on the fun.”“Or am I lying?” He moved the gun up, pointing it towards his dick.“Ye-yes sir” He responded, although he stared at Nia like she was a prey that had fallen for his trap. She didn't want this, she wanted Massimo not some strange doctor that got hard off the body of his patients.She screamed Massimo , while she threw glares at the doctor with anger as she said,“ No! I don’t want to Fuck my doctor!” She spat , closing her legs before they could say a word as she shook hard so they wouldn't have hold of her.She was slippery now, she moved around, refusing them to touch her as she yelled at the top of her voice.“ Relax….” Massimo hushed her.“ Be a good girl, piccola.” He says softly, coming closer and touching her face.. his hands moved down to her lips, slipping his thumb into it and grazing it against her teeth and teasing his tongue.She choked,
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-23Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his My Hot Mafia, A dirty Whore for him 16
“No… no…” Nia’s lips moved soundlessly as she twisted under the sheets, her body tense and slick with sweat. Beads of moisture clung to her forehead, her fists clenched tightly by her sides as the nightmare tightened its grip. “Isabel!” Her mother’s desperate voice echoed in her ears, sharp and panicked. The memory was too clear to escape. Bloody footsteps moving back as Isabel’s mom begged for her life , “Mo-Mother…” she murmured, her voice a desperate whisper. Her head jerked violently to the side on the pillow as she struggled to open her eyes. Then came the sound—metal screeching. A Lorry barreled towards Ares. She saw his battered, bloodied face, his eyes empty and accusing her . “You caused this. I hate you,” Ares whispered, blood spurted from his lips as his body crumpled on the ground. “No… no… forgive me,” Nia begged, tears streamed freely down her face. Her breaths came in shuddering gasps as her mind dragged her deeper into the nightmare’s hold . And then the gunsho
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-24Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his My Hot Mafia, A dirty Whore for him 17
“ Isabel.” He called out, worry was already plastered on his face, his pistol was still in his hands, The door creaked open, he walked in with a stern look on his face. His legs carried him towards the glass doors of the kitchen, when he perceived the aroma of the food in the kitchen. His gaze landed on her, and slowly he lowered his gun, confusion replaced the original look he had on his face. His hands pushed the curls off his face, as he watched her—-Nia move around in the kitchen. He swallowed as his eyes raked her body, how provocative she was dressed, the way the lingerie clung to her body like a second skin, how it hugged her boobs so roundly, despite how the kimono hid her curves, her dark hair flowed lush fully over her shoulders as she tiptoes to see into the frying pan carefully. A smirk tugged at his lips. "Interessante," he murmured under his breath, lowering the gun and placing it carefully on the counter. Leaning against the wall with one hand pocketed, he let ou
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“I’m not pregnant,” she snapped, yanking her hands in a failed attempt to free herself. “Let me go, Massimo. You’re hurting me!”His grip on her wrists tightened even more before he leaned closer, his breath brushed against her skin. “You started something tonight,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Now finish it.”Her eyes darted away, refusing to meet his burning gaze. But Massimo wasn’t the kind of man to say no. He grabbed her chin with one hand, and tilted her face toward him, forcing her to look at him.The intensity in his green eyes made her stomach flip, her heart pounded wildly against her chest. “Let. Me. Go,” she hissed, her voice, even sharper now, she was the only one who could do this, defy him. Massimo stared at her for a moment longer, his jaw flexed, before his grip softened. Finally, he released her, stepping back.Without hesitation, her legs moved quickly towards the bedroom. She rushed in, the door slammed behind her, and she leaned against it, clutching
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Nia cried out, the sensation overwhelming, her body arched instinctively against his. The water wasn’t just warm—it was relentless, gushing against her most sensitive spot with a force that made her toes curl. “Massimo!” she gasped, her nails dug into his forearm as he held her steady. His grip was firm, stubborn, and she could feel the way his muscles flexed beneath her fingers. He wasn’t going to let her go, wasn’t going to let her escape the pleasure-pain of it. And she didn’t want to. God, she didn’t want to. His other hand cupped her breast, squeezing with a desperate need, exactly like her own need. She felt the press of his cock against her lower back, hot and heavy even through the steam. His body held her firmly against him, despite the way she writhed in his arms, desperate for relief, for more, for everything. “Ah—ahmm, Massimo—” Her head fell back against his shoulder as his lips found her neck, teeth grazed her skin in a way that made her whimper. The water
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“Don’t…I might regret it.”Massimo’s words echoed in her head, like an ominous warning. Nia's eyes darted beneath her closed lids as her body twisted restlessly on the bed. Her dreams were relentless, drawing at her subconscious with an intensity that mirrored the storm in her heart.“Why?” Her own voice rang through the nightmare, the question she had failed to ask him last night.The dream warped, colors smeared together into a chaotic haze. Massimo’s face appeared, it contorted into a menacing one. His once captivating features twisted into something dark and monstrous. Blood splattered his chiseled jawline as he growled at her, his voice thunderous and filled with rage.“You! You liar ! You planned to betray me? To destroy me?” His words hit her like a blow, he approached her angrily, each step carried the weight of his anger. “No,” she whispered, stumbling backward in the dream.“You’re the Romano’s daughter! Cagna!” He spat in Italian, , the word cut through her like a sharp w
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Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his THE POSSESSIVE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE 7
“The Elysian Art event” The moment Nia stepped into the grand, dimly lit venue, she felt the weight of every eye on her. The gallery echoed with soft conversations, champagne glasses clinking, and the quiet admiration of art. Paintings and sculptures were arranged elegantly , their creators stood proudly beside them, eager to secure a wealthy buyer when the event starts. Her gaze moved across the room, taking in the familiar environment . From Sera’s scattered memories, she could recall this was Julien’s guilty pleasure—an exclusive art pop-up event that only the elite had access to. It was held every three months, always in a big secretive location, a gathering where art was not just admired but treated like a weapon—bought, claimed, and manipulated. And Julien thrived in it. He didn’t just collect art. He consumed it. Bought pieces from struggling or promising artists only to repaint them, to reshape them, to strip them of their identity but not to make them his own
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“The Elysian Art event” The moment Nia stepped into the grand, dimly lit venue, she felt the weight of every eye on her. The gallery echoed with soft conversations, champagne glasses clinking, and the quiet admiration of art. Paintings and sculptures were arranged elegantly , their creators stood proudly beside them, eager to secure a wealthy buyer when the event starts. Her gaze moved across the room, taking in the familiar environment . From Sera’s scattered memories, she could recall this was Julien’s guilty pleasure—an exclusive art pop-up event that only the elite had access to. It was held every three months, always in a big secretive location, a gathering where art was not just admired but treated like a weapon—bought, claimed, and manipulated. And Julien thrived in it. He didn’t just collect art. He consumed it. Bought pieces from struggling or promising artists only to repaint them, to reshape them, to strip them of their identity but not to make them his own
Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his THE POSSESSIVE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE 5
“The Elysian Art event” The moment Nia stepped into the grand, dimly lit venue, she felt the weight of every eye on her. The gallery echoed with soft conversations, champagne glasses clinking, and the quiet admiration of art. Paintings and sculptures were arranged elegantly , their creators stood proudly beside them, eager to secure a wealthy buyer when the event starts. Her gaze moved across the room, taking in the familiar environment . From Sera’s scattered memories, she could recall this was Julien’s guilty pleasure—an exclusive art pop-up event that only the elite had access to. It was held every three months, always in a big secretive location, a gathering where art was not just admired but treated like a weapon—bought, claimed, and manipulated. And Julien thrived in it. He didn’t just collect art. He consumed it. Bought pieces from struggling or promising artists only to repaint them, to reshape them, to strip them of their identity but not to make them his own He want
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“Please, I can’t. it’s too much—” Julien’s response was a low, possessive growl, his pace quickened as if her plea only fueled him further. “You can take it,” he snarled, as he leaned over her, his lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. “You’ll take everything I give you, Sera. Because you’re mine. You belong to me.” His hips snapped forward, as he drove into her with a force that made her cry out, her nails dug into the edges of the counter. But it wasn’t enough for him. Not tonight. He needed to see her, to look into her eyes as he claimed her. With a swift, almost violent motion, he flipped her onto her back, her legs instinctively wrapped around his torso as he carried her with him, and pinned her against the wall. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs, but before she could even gasp, his cock buried inside her again, thrusting into her with an intensity that left her clawing at the wall for support. “Look at me,” Julien commanded, his voice dark and demandin
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Nia’s breath seized as his fingers teased her, circling her clit with a slow, maddening control. She moaned, the sound escaping her lips in a low, desperate whimper. Her hands clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as if she were afraid he might pull away. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop.” Julien’s eyes darkened, his gaze locked on hers as he continued to toy with her. “I won’t,” he murmured, his voice a low, possessive growl. I’ll never stop, Sera. You’re mine. His words sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She knew she should be scared, should push him away, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch, craving more. Julien’s other hand moved to her waist, his fingers tightening around her as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck. “You’re so beautiful, he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “I can’t get enough of you. Nia’s heart raced as he began to kiss her
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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
Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his THE POSSESSIVE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE 1
“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
Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his My Hot Mafia, A dirty whore for him 30 FINAL
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
