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7. Wedding Night
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~Alina~ His fingers pressed into my thighs, spreading me wider, forcing me to yield to his control. A traitorous shiver rippled down my spine. No. I can’t let him break me. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Stop,” I groaned, the silk rope cutting deeper into my skin as I thrashed, my wrists burning. Valentino’s laugh was dark and mocking. “Begging already, principessa? [princess] And here I thought you wanted to make me pay.” His knee shoved between my legs, forcing them wider. The cold air hit my exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze, black with violence, dripping with something worse. Hunger. My stomach churned with disgust. “Get off me!” I spat in his face. The liquid splattered across his cheek. For a second, silence stretched between us. The tension in the air crackled, dangerous and charged. My heart pounded as I waited for his reaction, expecting rage. Violence. Instead, he laughed. A dark, rumbling sound that made
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~Valentino~ “Careful, fratello [brother],” Lucchese sneered, raising both hands in a mocking surrender after he deliberately shoulder-checked me. His face, scarred and pockmarked from old fights, twisted into something between a grin and a snarl. His brown, rotting teeth flashed smugly at me, the stench of cheap cigars and cheaper whiskey rolling off him like a curse. “Scusa [Sorry],” he lied, the smirk never leaving his face. Rocco stiffened at my side, his hand flying toward the grip of his gun under his jacket, but I lifted a single finger, halting him without a glance. I held Lucchese’s gaze, letting the silence stretch until even his bravado flickered. Then, slowly like a weapon being drawn, I reached into my breast pocket and pulled out a silk handkerchief, pristine white and monogrammed. With disgust etched on my face, I dusted off my shoulder where he had touched me, as if scrubbing away filth. The handkerchief fluttered to the ground between us, a silent insul
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~Alina~ Guilia’s eyes widened in confusion, her breath catching in her throat. She blinked at me, as if trying to process the sudden shift in the air. Her hand instinctively reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against mine. “What’s wrong?” she whispered, her voice tight with concern. She scanned my face, searching for any hint of what had just crossed my mind, but I could see the same panic start to build in her own eyes. “How do we get to Toronto this week?” Guilia sat up straighter, determination lighting her tired face. “We have to return without alerting him. He must not know about this inheritance, Guilia.” My heart pounded in my chest as I remembered what he’d said two days ago—that my father owed him. If, by sheer chance, he learns about this inheritance, he’s taking everything. I can’t risk it. “What’s your husband’s schedule?” I flinched at the word. “Don’t call him my husband,” I snapped, the anger flashing before I could stop it. “Bu
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~Valentino~ The dead didn’t give a damn how grand their funeral was. But the Romanos? We buried our kings like saints, then sent them to hell in style. Black silk suffocated the private chapel of Castello Romano, swallowing the walls, the windows, even the light. The air was heavy, thick enough to choke on, the cloying stench of lilies mixing with the sharper, metallic bite of gun oil. Outside, umbrellas leaned against the weeping sky, a sea of black, interrupted only by the shine of gold cufflinks and the occasional flash of a hidden weapon tucked beneath a jacket. Men in sharp black suits lined the pews, heads bowed low in a performance of respect, but the real emotion in the room was fouler. Greed, hunger, and silent joy. I stood at the front, knuckles bleached white where I gripped the edge of Padrino’s coffin. The wood was polished to a high shine, cold under my fingers. I glared at him, an unfamiliar ache blooming in my cold heart. He looked small now. Shrun
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~Alina~ I was about to lash back at him when his mouth crashed onto mine, stealing my breath in a brutal, suffocating kiss, his teeth catching my lower lip until I tasted copper. I gasped, and he swallowed the sound, his tongue lashing against mine with a hunger that felt more like punishment than desire. His hand slid down my body, calloused fingers scraping over my nipple, pinching until I arched off the bed with a sharp cry. “Hmmm…” he moaned, rolling the tight peak between his fingers before leaning down to replace his hand with his teeth. I whimpered as he bit down, the pain lancing straight to my core, a twisted pleasure coiling low in my stomach. “Stop—ah!” My protest dissolved into a moan as his mouth moved lower, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down my sternum, pausing to flick his tongue over the bloodstain between my breasts. His dark chuckle vibrated against my skin. “You wear my sins so well.” He leaned back, and his hands found his belt as he began to unbuckl
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 8. Wild Little One
~Alina~ His fingers pressed into my thighs, spreading me wider, forcing me to yield to his control. A traitorous shiver rippled down my spine. No. I can’t let him break me. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Stop,” I groaned, the silk rope cutting deeper into my skin as I thrashed, my wrists burning. Valentino’s laugh was dark and mocking. “Begging already, principessa? [princess] And here I thought you wanted to make me pay.” His knee shoved between my legs, forcing them wider. The cold air hit my exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze, black with violence, dripping with something worse. Hunger. My stomach churned with disgust. “Get off me!” I spat in his face. The liquid splattered across his cheek. For a second, silence stretched between us. The tension in the air crackled, dangerous and charged. My heart pounded as I waited for his reaction, expecting rage. Violence. Instead, he laughed. A dark, rumbling sound that made
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 7. Wedding Night
~Alina~ “No… no, no, no,” I sobbed, my vision blurred by tears. My hands trembled as I cradled Nana’s lifeless body, her warmth fading with every passing second. Guilla knelt beside me, wailing and rocking back and forth. The chaos around us continued—the sound of bodies dropping, bullets whizzing through the air, and men shouting orders in Italian. Through my haze of grief, I saw him. Valentino Romano—The devil I had just married. Drenched in blood, his white shirt was now crimson. His face was stone cold, void of remorse, void of anything human. His dark eyes burned with something raw, something terrifying. As I watched, he lifted his gun, aimed it at the man who shot Nana, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The man collapsed, blood pooling beneath him. Valentino didn’t even flinch. He turned and killed another. Then another. I had never seen a man so merciless, so terrifyingly lethal. The Devil of Milan.
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 6. The Wedding
~Valentino~ I stretched out a hand to her, my gaze locking onto her perfect, full-figured body. For some reason, I had always preferred curvier women. Society glorified tall, thin women with sharp cheekbones and endless legs, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted a woman with flesh, softness, and curves that could handle a man like me. Alina had all that and more. Her rich, dark hair cascaded past her back in loose waves, framing a heart-shaped face. Her bright green eyes were filled with fear, an emotion that, for some reason, intrigued me. Her full lips trembled slightly, and her porcelain white skin had lost its color from shock. The maids had dressed her while she was unconscious to avoid any delays, and I had to admit, they did a damn good job. The fitted silk dress hugged her curves perfectly, cinching at the waist before flowing elegantly to the floor. The makeup they applied made her look more mature, stripping away the innocen
