Trigger warning ⚠️🔞 Dub-con Rape Language Violence Death/murder Blood This book is dedicated to the girlies who just can't stay away from the bad boys. Got a savior complex?? Let's see if you can save Marcello. Ambrosia was happy in a marriage to the love of her life. it was everything she's always wanted and more. But life doesn't give warnings before it shatters everything you know completely. A visit from Don Marcello opens a can of worms she never even knew about and takes away her definition of love. Ambrosia become the reluctant Bride to the devil mafia. Marcello hated women. Maybe mommy issues or ex-issues, he simply fucking hated them. They were never loyal and all they needed was a cock to keep them pleased. And in Marcello's world of death and deceit, loyalty was everything. He didn't think any woman was capable of that until he met Ambrosia and that cemented his obsession for the woman. He would do whatever it took to make her loyal to him including forcing her to be his bride. But could force bring him the loyalty he so craved from a woman??
View MoreAmbrosia's P.O.VAngry tears burned hotly with humiliation steaming behind my lids because even with his threat, my pussy grew wet and there was no hiding from him because he could feel it. so under the table, as people came and went, he continued to finger fuck me and rub my clit, adding more fingers until it was three thick digits sliding against my vaginal walls and lighting me up from the inside. god, it felt so good and yet horrible. anytime, I was close to cumming and mistakenly clenched around him, he’d withdraw his hands and change the speed at which he rubbed my clit, starving me of an orgasm. it felt like I was going to lose my mind. my nipples were embarrassing hard and I was grateful for the dim lighting.Yet as I came apart on the seams, Marcello was as cool as cucumber, speaking detachedly to the men who came to discuss business with him.“You want to cum, don’t you?” He suddenly whispered into my ear and I bit hard on my lip to hold back a moan, realizing the people he’
Ambrosia’s P.O.VI’d rather walk through fire barefoot than let him kiss me. but there I was, pinned against his chest, his mouth crashing into mine in front of the entire world. I shoved at him, my palms pushed against his suit, but it was useless. Marcello only tightened his grip around me, making a statement that would ruin my reputation.When he finally pulled away, my lips felt bruised, and my pride was in tatters. His hand slid to the small of my back and his hold felt possessive, while I wanted nothing more than to claw his face off.“I swear to fucking God, Marcello.” I bit out through gritted teeth. “I hate you so much.”He only winked back at me and began nudging me forward.But that was the opening the vultures needed. microphones were shoved in my face while cameras almost blinded me. “Mrs. Barnes!”God a part of me had hoped they wouldn’t recognize who I was and assume I was one of Marcello’s many women but clearly, luck was farthest from my side and now they were going t
Marcello’s P.O.VIt’d been two weeks since she slapped me.Two weeks since she had looked me in the eye and dared to challenge me, her tiny hand striking my cheek with a force that was more insulting than painful.And two weeks since I made sure she wouldn’t forget who owned her. The piercing on her clit had been her punishment–a permanent reminder that every inch of her belonged to me.Tonight, I decided it was time to add my finishing touch.The diamond-studded clit hoop gleamed in my hand as I stepped into her room, the low from the hall casting just enough light to see her. I’d forbidden the maids to give her any form of clothing so she was just as I’d expected; splayed out across the bed, naked with her legs slightly parted as if inviting me in.It was a dangerous game I was playing, aware that almost all my men had fucked her mouth that day in her house and then held her captive in a place they could all access her. but I was Don Marcello and I would kill every single one of the
Ambrosia’s P.O.VThe ground rushed towards me, my heart hammering so violently I thought it might burst. My scream tore through the cold night air, and for a brief, terrying moment, I was weightless, free falling to my death.And then impact.I yelped as something broke my fall. my body jerked, suspended midair and strong arms wrapped around me like steel bands. my breath came in ragged gulps, my heart still racing as I dared to open my eyes.Jesus. I was cradled in Marcello’s embrace. He'd been the one to catch me and he seemed really mad. every inch of his face was carved from fury–his angular jaw clenched tight. As my eyes were drawn to the vein throbbing at his temple, I noticed his hair was no longer pulled into a man bun. it fell over his shoulders in curly waves, slicked back from his face. That scar running along his forehead right down to his nose and ending at the corner of his lips twisted with his sneer. his obsidian eyes burned into mine like a death sentence. His tan
Ambrosia’s P.O.VDays had passed since the don had forced me to sign those divorce papers and during those days, I was transferred from the infirmary building into a large mansion in the same compound.I told myself that I did it to save Steven, but Marcello’s words thundered in my head over and over again. “You’ll make such a fine bride for me.”I didn’t know what he meant but what I knew for sure is that I’d rather throw myself off a cliff than marry that man. I hated him with every breath I took. the devil who ruined my life and marriage. when I’d offered to do anything to stop him from hurting my husband, I thought he’d ask me to…to…do anything other than what he’d forced me to do that day. the memory still haunted me and the worst part of it all was how my clit always throbbed whenever it crossed my mind. Steven knew this…knew my body had enjoyed that traumatic experience and that was why he despised me.Tears burned at the corner of my eyes and just as I tried to blink it back,
Ambrosia’s P.O.V I was in pain. And it wasn’t the dull ache that came after a bad fall or the kind of soreness you rubbed out of your muscles after a long day. This was sharp and screaming through every nerve in my body. My chest felt like it had been set on fire and dragged through broken glass. Every breath I sucked in was a fucking gamble. When my eyes finally slit open, the first thing I saw was a beautiful ceiling with murals of angels. Where the hell was I? I tried to move my arm, but the cold bite of metal against my skin froze me in place. Chains…? My wrists were shackled to this bed and my legs weren’t fairing better. My stomach churned in panic. I tugged against the restraints, trying to sit up, but the motion sent a white-hot bolt of agony shooting through my chest. I gasped, choking on the pain as my lungs refused to cooperate. Oh god. Oh god. Tears blurred my vision as reality began sink in. I wasn't just hurt, I was trapped. Just then, the door cracked open
Marcello’s P.O.V I had lost count of how many punches I’d thrown, but the bastard tied to the chair before me was still breathing, though barely. Blood dripped from my fingerless gloves, splattering the concrete floors in uneven bursts. The fucker whimpered, his head hanging low on his chest, but I wasn’t done. Traitors didn’t get mercy–not in my world. “One thing I hate the most is rats,” my voice was calm, almost bored, though inside I was seething. “They are the most disgusting bottom rung rodent, living in trash and with no sense of loyalty. You…I took you in when you were on the streets, Deficiente! You were fucking nothing!” I grabbed his hair, jerking his head back so he could look me in the eyes. “But that didn’t fucking matter to you!” “Hai infranto la sola regola nel mio impero, e questo,” I gestured to the mangled mess of his face, “e cio che succede ai ratti!” My fist flew again, crashing against his jaw. His moans were music to my ear. Something cracked. Teeth s
Ambrosia's P.O.V God I hated the smell of hospitals and even more so, I hated that almost all the staff knew who I was. Adjusting my scarf to hide the dark bruise along my jaw, I stepped into the private hospital ward that housed my mother for the past five years. A familiar ache formed in my chest when I took in the tangle of wires and tubes, the only thing keeping my mother alive. “Hi, Mama,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I closed the door behind me. The room was dim, save for the weak light spilling from the hallway. My mother’s once vibrant face was pale and slack with a thick tube connected to her mouth. Blinking back tears, I sat by the bed and wrapped my trembling fingers around my mother’s frail hands, shivering from how cold they were. “They still haven’t found you a suitable heart,” I choked out through a throat clogged with tears. “I…I wish I could do more, but I don’t know what to do anymore.” My tears came hot and fast, stinging my ears as they slid down my che
Marcello’s P.O.V I stilled, a nerve ticking in my jaw as rage boiled under my skin. Ambrosia…no the woman beneath me whined in protest, squeezing her pussy muscles enough to make me hiss. “Don’t go, Don. Please. Fill me with your cum.” “Get off me,” I growled, knocking off her legs that were tight around my waist. She fell to the ground, yelping as I pulled my pants over my still throbbing cock. I hissed through my teeth when the metal of my zipper cruised gently over my tip but finally I was able to shove my cock inside my pants. As I stormed out of my room, I gritted my teeth in frustration. On a normal day, I would have kept the Conclave della Notte waiting until I was done, but today was no normal day and I knew they were here because of my Uncle. I entered my den and paused at the doorway, seeing the seven men of the Conclave sitting around the mahogany desk in the center of the room. Although their faces were shadowed due to the dark lighting, their postures were tense
Ambrosia's P.O.V Dinner was supposed to be perfect. The table was set with my best china and the wine Steven loved chilling in its silver bucket. It was the kind of night where I could sit back and admire the life we’d built together–his success, and my quiet contentment. It was our wedding anniversary and I was the luckiest woman alive to be married to this handsome man in front of me. “You know a letter came in for you today in the mailbox.” I suddenly said from across the dining table, making moon eyes at the man. Steven looked up from his steak and frowned. “That’s strange. Who uses mailboxes in this day and age?” I shrugged, sipping my wine. “I thought the same too. Maybe you’d check it after dinner and…dessert?” His brows arched when I whispered the last word and I could see the telltale signs of his excitement. “And what’s for dessert, my love?” Leaning back, I pushed back my plate and chair, showing him the sexy red dress I’d picked. “Maybe…me?” “Oh, I’m gonna ...
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