MARIELLA I wasn’t sure why my heart had been beating so loudly until I walked into the banquet where our reception was being held. I had felt normal for the past few days, both alone and around Eros, with no prying eyes watching every move I made, but it was time to be back in the Mob world. My wor
I stood up hastily, shoving the chair back, hitting the person sitting behind me. I didn’t care who. Turning my head around, I glared at the women dressed like they had all the money in the world. Only because their husbands were wealthy. These women had nothing to live for, no ambition, and no expe
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Eros asked, his voice filled with irritation. “It’s okay. No one saw me,” Ira answered right away in a chilled, unmistakable tone that made me shake my head. He stood between me and Ira. “I fucking warned you about coming into a hundred-metre radius near my pres
Before I could process much, Eros’s scent reached me, followed by his firm hands grabbing my shoulder. “What happened?” he questioned in a grave tone. Almost pissed. “I don’t know. There was a man who was trying to drag her somewhere,” Rocco explained. “Call Adonis and Domenico,” Eros ordered, an
MARIELLA Home was home. My house had never been this quiet because of Ara yelling around and everyone else screaming around behind her. It was a full circus. Eros had gone off to Greece for a few days, leaving me with my family. This was a trip long due. But somehow, when I arrived here, it didn’t
Orgasm. Plural. He had only ever touched me down there once, and yes, it was something I couldn’t forget. “Now you know what it feels like. Sex and all that. So I want you to use this.” She made her favourite fanning hand gesture and said, “Consider this your sexual awakening.” I tilted my head. “
MARIELLA Being back at Eros’s mansion felt unusual. And lonely. Gina appeared from the kitchen as I got down to the living room after freshening up. She wore her white apron all the time, but she wasn’t today, which either meant she had completed all her work or she was about to leave for home. “
I needed someone to talk me out of doing this or make me completely focused on it, at least. Because being halfway was a deadly deal. I couldn’t decide whether I should or shouldn’t do it. Letting out a loud groan, I pulled my shorts down, along with my panties, and climbed onto the bed, shutting a