Trigger warning: This novel contents some dark parts and is not for a faint heart hence it's for mature audience only! Vincenzo Romano! A ruthless and fierce Italian Mafia king, who's aura screams danger.who craves for blood and fear in people's eyes gives him satisfaction.Handsome yet lethal.He doesn't believe in love.He's powerful business man even business world fears him yes he's that lethal.A king of dark where no source of light emits. Elena Martin! she's a successful doctor and loves her profession.she is a real example of beauty with brain.she tells herself that she's full but empty inside yes she craves for love yet never got it.she's depraved of love.she doesn't trust anyone around her.she's confident yet innocent. everthing was going fine until one day she saves someone whom she didn't have any idea about and it gets hers tangled up with a ruthless Italian Mafia king who now wants her at any cost.He will go deepest ocean if he had to for her.For her he's ready to destroy the whole world who dares to hurt her but the question is will he let her tame him or will he deject her?
View MoreElena's POV'I walked out of the hospital with Sarah by my side as it was almost nighttime, so we were on our way back home. The hospital lights dimmed behind us as Sarah and I stepped out into the evening air. The city had begun to fold itself into night — headlights streaking by, the scent of rain lingering from earlier showers.I exhaled softly, feeling the ache of the long shift in my shoulders, but the older woman beside me walked as if the day had barely touched her. It's more like she's used to it but hats off to the woman.“Ah.”Sarah sighed, tilting her face up to the sky.“Nothing feels better than the air after a twelve-hour shift. Smells like freedom to me.”I chuckled.“Freedom and car exhaust.”Sarah laughed, a bright, musical sound that cut through the tiredness clinging to them.“Don’t ruin my poetry, dear. You’re too young to be this cynical.”We crossed the parking lot together, the elder woman linking her arm through mine without waiting for permission — she never d
The warehouse sat deep in the forest — a place forgotten by time, where even the wind hesitated to whisper. Its walls were rusted ribs of corrugated metal, streaked with age and rain, bleeding orange under the dim light that flickered from a dying bulb.The air inside was thick, stale with the scent of oil, blood, and decay — a silence broken only by the occasional drip of water echoing against the concrete floor.In the middle of that gloom sat a man, tied to a chair that had done too many sins. The ropes bit into his wrists, cutting angry lines into his skin, and his head hung low, heavy with exhaustion.Dust danced in the pale shafts of moonlight that seeped through broken panels, brushing against his bruised face like a cruel caress. Somewhere in the distance, metal chains clinked — a sound that promised pain more than rescue.The warehouse was a graveyard of secrets, a place where screams went unheard and mercy came late, if at all. Every shadow seemed alive, watching, waiting. A
Elena stood as Vincenzo's Lamborghini Egoista sped off the street, the echo of his words still settling in the air—an aftershock that made the pavement feel smaller under her feet.A cold wind came off the avenue, scouring the last warmness of the morning. It tangled in her hair and pried at the edges of her coat, but she did not wrap it tighter or hurry away. The gust lifted the loose strands across her face and dragged at the hem of her skirt; it smelled faintly of rain and car exhaust, sharp and honest. For once, the elements seemed to match the small, stubborn calm she felt inside—an exterior wind that couldn’t reach the quiet she’d carved for herself.Her jaw worked once, almost imperceptibly, as if testing whatever pride she had left. She watched his car become a dark sliver between buildings, then turned her gaze inward, away from the disappearing tail-lights. Only then did she notice them.They weren’t showy—no emblazoned suits or swaggering postures. They were professionals:
Author's POV'The engine hummed low, the only sound filling the air between them. Morning rush on the streets blurred past the windows, but inside the car, silence pressed down like a heavy fog. Elena sat and turned slightly toward the glass, watching the city roll by, her hands folded too tightly in her lap.Many stuffs running on her mind. The first was the excitement of her first day at work after being married to a mafia king. Though Vincenzo still hasn't been claimed as a mafia king, soon he will be announced as mafia king of Italy through a ceremony.Elena's life has been a rollercoaster for the past few days. Many things happened. First, she found those love letters in their bedroom, which broke her heart when she genuinely thought about giving him and their marriage a chance, but all got shattered into pieces which were hard to put back together.Then she saw her husband killing his father brutally in front of her, which was horrible. She was still trying to process these thin
My puffy eyes tried to make sense of my surroundings. I squeezed my eyes as the sunlight attacked me through the window first thing in the morning."Where am I?"I asked myself dumb-founded, but soon all the events from yesterday started playing inside my head like some damn movie. Too many things happened that made my head ache. Those shameless moans, commands, spanks, throaty groans...holy shit. My body was aching, especially between my legs.I touched my forehead and sighed deeply. How could do that knowing the damn story? He is too cruel to play with me like this. I felt the ache in my heart. The sudden jap.I was so high yesterday that I couldn't think straight. I'm still feeling overwhelmed. I fell for him just to be played by him."What else did I do?"Whining, I covered my face into my palm."How could I give in to that monster?""Because this monster is too handsome for you to resist, sweetheart."My eyes snapped at the source of the voice standing at the door with a food tra
"Both!"I'm so embarrassed right now that I just want to hide myself. I heard him groan in his deep voice, sending me jolts of shiver. I moaned breathily when he added another finger inside me, stroking in and out, slowly at first and faster later until he found the perfect rhythm to make it more pleasurable for me and I exploded in no time.I was more than ready for him at this point. Gosh, I am turning so shameless that I couldn't recognize myself, and before I could let out another moan he commanded in his most sexy voice."Get on your hands and knees."And I did as I was told. I could feel my cheeks burning as I positioned myself on all fours and found myself drenched and dripping down my thighs. In the process, I might have messed up the mattress even before we got started.I heard some shuffles behind me before I felt Vincenzo's body envelop mine. He gripped my hips roughly before fisting my hair."Remember...."I let out a cry when he yanked my head back until his mouth was nex
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