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The Mafia's Stolen Bride 101: His weakness and salvation
I observed as he carefully placed his weapons on the small nightstand, both prepared for action. He could never truly relax or simply be a man. Tonight, he was not only my lover but also my protector. He was also my dominant. In my desires. In my training. In my pain. And in every moment of pleasure he chose to grant me. In other words, he was awe-inspiring. Standing three feet away from the bed, he stared down at me, his chest rising and falling. Although I couldn't see the darkness in his eyes, I could feel the intensity of his gaze coursing through my entire body. Another growl escaped his lips as he removed his coat and tossed it aside. He proceeded to remove his shirt, pulling it over his head and shoulders before advancing toward the bed. "Undress. I want to see all of you," he commanded in the husky voice that I had come to adore. Trembling, I got off the bed, struggling to unfasten the button on my jeans. These were clothes I had bought at Dante's insistence before we
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 102: Ambrosia of the gods
And so, I knew deep within my heart that I would also be his downfall. Something inside me snapped, bringing a newfound clarity to my mind. The emotional turmoil became overwhelming, too much to bear. I loved him, there was no denying that, but I couldn't envision a future where we would be safe together. There would always be adversaries lurking, seeking to seize what he held most dear. No. That line of thinking was wrong. I closed my eyes, grappling with the decision, desperately wishing I could express my love for him over and over again. He would go to great lengths to ensure my safety. He would jeopardize his home, his wealth, and even his family to protect me. But I couldn't allow that to happen. Not now. Not ever. And so, I would have to bid him farewell. Somehow. Yes, it would break my heart, but at least he would live. RAFAEL "Go and remove your plug. I'm going to fuck your tight ass," my commanding voice startled Emily, her eyes widening with surprise. She hesitated
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 103: Pain and pleasure
"Oh. Oh. Oh," she exclaimed, her body jolting once more as I introduced a third finger and pressed the tip of my thumb against her puckered opening. It crossed my mind that she had actually worn her plug. Was it a sign of hope to see me again, or was it a gesture of respect? The thought intrigued me, causing a series of low growls to escape my throat as I lavished attention on her sensitive clit. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, captivated by every reaction and tremor that coursed through her body. Increasing the intensity, I quickened my pace, my movements more forceful, deliberately curling my fingers to target her G-spot. Her response was immediate, a cry replacing her earlier soft sounds. My God, she was driving me to the brink of madness, my throbbing cock reaching its limits. Did she realize the effect she had on me? Did she comprehend that it was I who was losing control? Sensing her shallow breaths, I slowed my actions, relishing in a deliberate and unhurried rhythm of
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 104: I love you
I thrust fiercely, my breaths shallow and labored, unable to stop myself. The desire to release my seed inside her consumed me entirely. The sensation of her intense heat and the way her muscles gripped my shaft were more intense than ever before. "Oh God, oh God..." she moaned. Everything around me faded into darkness and silence as my climax approached, the only words playing on a loop in my mind being the ones she needed to hear—words I couldn't bring myself to say. I love you. As soon as I woke up, I realized she wasn't in my bed. I had never allowed another woman into my inner circle, let alone my bed, especially not while I was Rafael Reigo, the mafia kingpin. It was a deliberate choice to protect anyone from getting caught in the crossfire of my dangerous life. But being with Emily, tucked away in a snow-covered cabin, brought back memories of our time together in Cancun. I needed her by my side. The thought of holding her in my arms had consumed me since the moment we embar
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 105: Be a good little boy
I lifted her chin and glanced anxiously around. "Emily, I care about you more than anyone else in my entire life. I will find a way to..." Oh no. How could I make a promise I wasn't sure I could keep? "...to make my life normal so that we can pretend you're not a merciless killer? I can't be that kind of woman, Rafael. I can't live in your world. You have to understand that. I'm sorry. I know we had an agreement, but I just..." "I know that what we have is more than most, the passion is incredible. And I know that I've allowed the woman inside me to feel free for the first time. Is that enough? Only you know the truth. We can't determine what the future holds right now." "You're right," she whispered. "Maybe I was hoping to recreate the fantasy from four years ago, but that's impossible." I expected her to pull away, but instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and in that moment, the darkness within me seemed to fade away, leaving only a deep yearning. I pulled her close, rev
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 106: Roar of Gunfire
She alternated between gripping and releasing my testicles, her fingers gliding up and down my legs as if coaxing me to take everything I desired. It brought a smile to my face, even as the impending climax tightened within me. The intensity of the sensations was overwhelming, and I struggled to remain upright. I was consumed by the pleasure, yearning for more and more. But my body had reached its limit. I could no longer hold back the powerful orgasm. "Oh, yes. Fuck. Oh..." My entire body convulsed uncontrollably as I released, erupting into her mouth. She showed no hesitation as my release filled her, cascading down her throat. Through the haze of my climax, I saw a profound joy in her eyes, as if she had given me a precious gift. And she had. A release in multiple ways. Once the tremors subsided, I released my grip on her. Without hesitation, she licked up and down my shaft, savoring every last drop, then licked her lips, her gaze unfocused as she looked up at me. Taking deep
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 107: Bloody Surprise
Despite my impatience, I was willing to wait for this hunt. Minutes ticked by—five, then ten—without any signs of movement. And then, a sudden snap of a twig shattered the silence. Reacting swiftly, I shifted onto one knee, aligning my sight with the cabin. It didn't surprise me that the lone assailant had cautiously made his way forward, staying hidden within the forest for as long as possible. As soon as he emerged from the trees, I took aim. Just as I was about to pull the trigger on my Glock, a second shot rang out from inside the house, followed by a loud crash. A primal growl surged up within me, expelling the air from my lungs. I threw my head back and let out a roar, sprinting towards the front of the house. Within a split second, the single bullet found its mark between the attacker's eyes, instantly ending his life. I swiftly swooped down, grabbing his assault rifle before kicking open the front door. Inside, Dante was engaged in a fierce struggle with the second assailant.
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 108: Too close to home
"Take her back to the house and ensure she remains confined. Deploy at least six soldiers to secure the premises. I don't care about the circumstances; you make damn sure she's under constant watch. Since those bastards knew where to find me, it's only a matter of time before they try again," I growled, my words infused with a sense of urgency as if Axel and his men lay in wait for my return. "When you get back, check in with Angelo. I've brought in a friend to oversee certain operations. That arrangement ends when I return. Ensure there's no trouble brewing, but if there is, contact me immediately. If there's any word regarding Axel, no matter how insignificant, track me down. Is that clear?" Dante exhaled, his response swallowed by a moment of hesitation. "What?" I demanded, my gruffness exceeding what he deserved. "It's nothing," he finally responded. I stepped in front of him, locking eyes, and asked firmly, "Is there something you need to tell me?" "I'm just surprised you bro
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The Mafia's Stolen Bride 123: Filled with Hope for the Future
I went for a drive to visit Stefan at the hospital before returning home. Upon entering the house, I immediately sensed its coldness and stillness. It seemed as though Emily had left, and although I would have been devastated, I couldn't bring myself to be angry. She deserved to have a happy life. With a heavy heart, I dropped my keys on the hallway table, finding it difficult to proceed further into my own lifeless dwelling. Without Emily, there was no love, no brightness. I made my way towards my office, and as I approached the open door, I froze. She had discovered the papers I had signed, another secret I had kept from her. Frustration welled up inside me. Then, a delightful aroma of vanilla and cinnamon caught my attention, emanating from the kitchen. Confused, I ventured closer, and my senses were greeted by additional scents that made my mouth water: garlic, tomatoes, onions, and the fragrance of fresh bread. Taking cautious steps, I continued towards the kitchen, and amidst
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 122: An Amazing Man
"Mmmm... And I love you," I replied, my heart filled with the weight of those words. We remained wrapped in each other's embrace for several minutes, and when he finally eased away, I felt an unexpected sense of emptiness, a subtle pang of loneliness. An irrational fear crept into my mind—that I would always worry about his return, that I would never feel completely safe. But as if he sensed my unease, he zipped up his jeans and gathered me into his arms, disregarding our disheveled state as he led me back to the living room. Tenderly, he settled me on the couch, pulling a blanket over my naked body. Then, he simply disappeared. Confusion and worry washed over me. Had I done something wrong? I waited anxiously for a few minutes, contemplating getting up from the couch, when he reappeared. In his hands, he held an open bottle of champagne and two crystal glasses. It was a moment of enchantment, especially coming from a man who claimed not to have a romantic bone in his body. He pour
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 121: His Devotion
I also came to understand that Rafael had his limits when it came to sharing details about his business and his involvement in certain matters. He had mentioned before that it was partly to protect me, although I couldn't be certain if it was solely due to a lack of trust. Regardless, I decided not to push the issue at that moment. Instead, I cherished the time we spent together, enjoying our dinners and the comfort of his embrace. Amidst the chaos of bullets and death, a realization nagged at me, refusing to be ignored. Sensing an opportunity to lighten the mood, I playfully said, "What if I promise that I'll never let that happen again?" Rafael pulled me up from the ground, a skeptical look on his face. "Do you honestly think I would fall for such a promise?" he replied. "Not at all. You're a wise old man," I teased, unable to suppress a grin. Despite his guarded nature, Rafael had shown me various facets of his personality, including his vulnerability. My love for him was profoun
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 120: Not gonna happen
EMILY Love. That single word had replaced the suffocating fear that had nearly drained me of the will to survive, even though thoughts of death still lingered. Despite being assured that the nightmare was over. From the moment that bastard had forcibly taken me from William's house, I had resigned myself to never seeing Rafael again. While the monster had not followed through on his threat, instead locking me away until he eventually dragged me to the club, I couldn't shake his cowardly face from my mind. But amidst the haunting images that I knew would fade with time, Rafael's heartfelt words echoed in my ears. The horror in his eyes when he laid eyes on me confirmed that he would move heaven and earth to find me, if need be. Curled up under a blanket on the couch, my legs tucked close to my chest, I gazed at the crackling fire he had built. The uncharacteristic cold snap had given him an excuse to pamper me with hot chocolate, the fire perpetually ablaze. I would never have exp
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 119: With all of my heart
As I made my way towards the elevator, I noticed the attention I was receiving from those present in the club. Although some of my soldiers were discreetly positioned throughout the venue, it was much easier to identify the members of the Kadik gang with their leather jackets and dark jeans. I confidently approached a group of them, extending my arms. "I have an appointment with Konstantin." As I had expected, they conducted a search for weapons before allowing me to enter the empty elevator. The doors opened, and I could hear classical music playing from the speakers, an intriguing choice considering the nature of the individual I was about to meet. There he was, seated like a king, reclining in an opulent velour chair with one leg casually draped over the armrest. Dressed in a flowing white shirt and loose dark trousers, his appearance would have been almost comical if not for the underlying tension. "Konstantin Solntsevskaya," I greeted him, noting that Emily was nowhere to be s
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 118: We would win
He followed closely behind me, mirroring my confident stride. The time for this relentless war to reach its conclusion had arrived. And we were determined to emerge victorious. I inserted the drive into my computer, accessing the array of files it contained. "What are we up against?" Aleksei inquired, his customary vodka in hand. "Lists of names, supporters of our respective organizations," I replied. It was evident that someone had gone to great lengths, investing significant time and effort, to compile such an extensive and incriminating roster. "Blackmail," Miguel murmured, his voice barely audible. Indeed, it was a form of blackmail, but not the kind Armando had previously hinted at. "A weapon of sorts," Victor suggested. I glanced at him, acknowledging his insight. "You're correct. It targets those who work for us, placing them in impossible positions. They are left with no choice but to either yield or flee, eradicating crucial support from the police, city councils, atto
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 117: Hunger for power
Despite the enjoyable moments we shared watching games and sharing drinks, we had neglected to engage in meaningful conversations. In all honesty, I found myself somewhat intimidated by him – his amiable nature, kindness, and passion for life, which was completely devoid of violence. Perhaps it was time to change that. "Hey there. I heard you're improving," I said, unsure if I expected him to open his eyes or not, but I sensed that he heard me. "Everything will be alright. Just know that I have my best men protecting you." All I heard in response were the various sounds of the machines. Frustrating. Swallowing hard, aware that I didn't have as much time as I would have liked, I held his hand tightly as a solitary tear rolled down my cheek. What had become of our family? "Anyway, I can't stay long, but I'll be back, alright?" There was no response, no acknowledgement of any kind. "Stefan, know that I love you, brother." I squeezed his hand once more, finally letting go. For some in
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 116: On Death Bed
"Who? Who the hell took her?" Through a series of strained breaths, he managed to utter, "Ra..." Blood-tinged bubbles escaped his lips, followed by a violent cough that wracked his body. It was evident that time was running out for him. "Russian." A chill ran down my spine, and I bristled at the revelation. Axel could never be mistaken for a Russian. "Okay, just rest," I urged, despite the conflicting emotions within me. I realized that he might still hold valuable information. Refusing to release my arm, he tugged me down closer to him. "Desk. Look. Drive." I glanced towards his desk, trying to comprehend his words. "Take... it." "Alright." Rising to my feet, I walked over to his desk, methodically opening each drawer. Finally, I discovered a solitary jump drive. It had to be what he was referring to. Returning to his side, I held the drive in front of his face. "Is this what Lucas was going to give Emily?" "Ya... yes. A copy." He began coughing up more blood, his chest heaving
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 115: They took her
The others looked on silently, aware that the day had come when we would have to reveal our secret meetings. There was no avoiding it any longer. "Then we work together until this is resolved, regardless of the consequences," I declared. Each person in the room nodded in agreement. We had received assistance and information, but what we faced was unprecedented. The fact that sworn enemies had formed an alliance meant someone knew we were working together, and they saw it as a weakness. But we knew better. We were a formidable force, and we had much to lose if we failed, especially the safety of our loved ones. After ending the call with Dante, I walked away from the others, dialing the number again to relay the necessary information to my father. It was a futile gesture, as I knew he would never forgive his impulsive son. "Dante, things are getting intense. We need to organize the soldiers immediately," I said urgently. "Rafael, we have a problem," Dante replied, his voice laced w
