“So hot.”There was a mix of lust, hunger and desperation in her eyes that sent blood rushing all the way to my cock strained against the harsh materials of my briefs. I pushed my hand underneath the waistband of her panties, down the mound of her sex covered in a small scruff and held her in a tigh
“You taste,” I scraped my teeth just below her clit and she moaned loudly, “so fucking delicious.”***BELLAOh, God! This was too much. I was riding his face, desperate to match the movements of his tongue. I wanted to hide my face in a blanket, worried about how this overwhelming need looked on me
BELLA The outdoor reception was Ros’s idea. She loved the sight of string lights and candles, decorating almost every part of the bamboo ceiling and poles, giving the venue a light yellow touch amidst all the whites and blues. The only part I hated was that she wasn’t here to bear through the eveni
“He had huge muscles and there were tattoos on his hands.” He pointed at the back of his hand. “He looked scary.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face. So pure and innocent. “You have nothing to fear,” I assured him and he stepped out of the room. “You’re the new bride.” “I am.” Ther
“Bombs,” someone yelled out. We lowered ourselves under the table while Adonis and his men pulled their guns out. Many men and women rushed toward the exit, trying to save their lives. I pulled Alessia closer to me and Mamma let out a heavy gasp and peeked her head out from under the table. “Don’t
BELLA Checking up on Fabi and Mamma one last time, I headed downstairs. The events had shaken everyone today. I knew I had nothing to reassure them with, not until Adonis and Matteo were back. Dante and Julian, the enforcer, were on the couch, faces smeared with tension. Julian’s phone buzzed, and
“I should’ve killed that kid when I caught hold of Durant. That fucking bastard! Even his son isn’t any less,” Julian groaned. “He’s just a kid,” I murmured under my breath. That was what I believed. Aleksandr was a kid whose father had done terrible things and got taken away from him. He could no
ADONIS Nine years ago I had killed a man an hour ago, only to become something I had never imagined—the boss of the most powerful crime family in the New York Cosa Nostra. The capo of the Vitale Crime Empire. Everyone expected me to give a speech about this uplifting experience, to tell them of the plans I had for the future of this syndicate. To say I had any would’ve been a lie. Everything about this was sudden, a catastrophe I couldn’t put a stop on. But, lucky for me, the moment I stepped on the stage, a courier arrived in my name—a box wrapped in colourful papers and adorned with ribbons like a fucking Christmas gift—stopping me from giving a speech I hadn’t even prepared. “Open the box,” dozens of suited men now under my reign yelled, curiosity piquing in their voices. I had no choice but to oblige. I hadn’t received a present in ages, at least not in boxes unless they were dead bodies of traitors and liabilities, or expensive drugs, weapons and liquors. This box looked to