He remained silent, and in a matter of seconds, she grabbed his arm, causing him to nearly stumble. As I approached, he raised his hand, gesturing for me to stop, shaking his head. "My daughter deserves an explanation. I assume that's why you're here." She laughed, her hand poised as if she were about to strike him. "Don't," I interjected softly. Madeline recoiled, exhaling sharply. "You're right. He's not worth it." I knew there was more to her father's anguish and the decision he had made. "You were aware that my father had fallen in love with Sophia Massimo." Antonio appeared taken aback, almost pleasantly surprised, as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. "Yes. I introduced them. You see, there was a time when I had feelings for Sophia, but we were distant cousins. When she went to America to pursue an acting career, I followed her progress, occasionally visiting her when I was there on business. I had already begun taking over from my father, so my presence was req
Monte Carlo Under the radiant sunshine of a picturesque afternoon, we graced the red carpets of my movie premiere. The crowd, numbering in the thousands, eagerly gathered to catch a glimpse of a mafia king portrayed as a hero—a spectacle fit for the annals of cinematic legends. However, deep down, I yearned to distance myself from this world. As the crowd chanted my name—"Carnal King! Carnal King!"—Madeline, my beloved, laughed beside me, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She clung to my arm, and as we walked, she couldn't help but comment on the spectacle unfolding before us. Her words were laced with both curiosity and a touch of disdain for my co-star, whose appearance resembled that of a fairy princess. Such thoughts, however, remained mere fantasies, as I chuckled along, playing my part in this grand performance. Amidst the camera flashes and the roar of the crowd, I maintained a vigilant watch, scanning the faces before me, even as I maintained the facade of delight. The ques
"Madeline inquired about our destination, her unease lingering from the events at the premiere. I responded, intending to address the secrets that burdened us. Initially, I had no intention of opening Dante's envelope, as his words held no significance to me. However, feeling obligated to fulfill the dying man's wish, I reluctantly opened it, thereby altering my world once again. The contents inside brought forth a mix of heartbreak and solace. Eventually, I came to terms with the fact that he had bequeathed his entire estate and fortune to me through his will. It was tainted money, often referred to as blood money. Moreover, I discovered that I was also the heir to the Massimo mafia family, alongside my father's empire, which encompassed vast sums of money from drug trafficking and various legitimate investments. At some point after Dante's actual demise, a decision would need to be made. Dante deserved some credit for risking his entire reputation to rectify certain wrongs. While i
(This is the start of the volume 2. This is the side story which will focus on Rafael Reigo. He's a member of the mafia alliance) RAFAEL I was born into a position of power, the eldest son of a ruthless man devoid of morals. I was raised in a world where brutality and unforgiving actions were the norm. We were feared like gods, and anyone who crossed our path faced dire consequences. I took whatever I desired, regardless of the aftermath. Chicago was my playground, and my preferences leaned towards the depraved. I was a sadistic individual with little patience, but there was no time for amusement. The city streets were in turmoil, with rumors swirling around. I was determined to restore order, no matter what it took. Heads would roll. Lives would be lost. Obedience would be reinstated. Nobody dared interrupt me, fearing the consequences of my anger. That's why the sight of the tall, alluring woman caught my attention and ignited a primal desire within me. I tilted my head as she
A few seconds went by. Then ten more. She struggled, avoiding eye contact as she tried to find the right words. I waited patiently, sipping my drink and contemplating how to handle the situation. "Listen, if you want my help, you're going to have to talk to me. I'm not known for my patience, so at least give me your name." After another pause and a faint moan, she finally spoke up. "Okay. I don't want to play games. I'm Emily Fiennes, Rafael. Maybe you remember me. I had nowhere else to go, and you're the only person I trust. The truth is, you're the only one who can protect me. If he finds me, he'll kill me." Her words hit me like a jolt of electricity, stirring up intense arousal that I hadn't felt in years. Memories flooded my mind, bittersweet and captivating. I gazed into her striking green eyes, momentarily lost in the past. "You belong to me," I asserted in a commanding tone, toying with the leather strap in my hand. "Yes, sir," Emily whispered, struggling against the rest
"Oh, I understand," she replied, her back arching and her head tilting. Her captivating green eyes gazed back at me knowingly. She was fully aware of the passionate encounter that awaited us. Taking a deep breath, I leaned in and kissed her passionately, eagerly parting her lips with my tongue. The taste of her surpassed my expectations, a combination of sweetness and the boldness of scotch. It was a powerful aphrodisiac, and I found myself completely captivated by her mystery. As I pulled her body closer to mine, she moaned into the kiss and pressed her hands against me. I loved the sensation of her fingers digging into my skin, leaving a pleasurable hint of pain. I gripped her hair firmly, bringing her even closer to me. She responded by moving her hips against mine, igniting a powerful desire within me. The kiss became an intense expression of passion, and I couldn't get enough of her. I dominated her tongue with ease, reveling in the wild and primal connection we shared. Emily
She appeared surprised by the specific command, but complied with it. As I slid the damp section of the belt across her tongue, she swayed forward, almost as if she were about to collapse to the ground. Her hunger was evident, nearly matching my own intensity. "Imagine the moment I whip your genitals," I said in a husky voice, needing to take a few deep breaths. "Yes. Oh God, yes, sir," she responded. Stepping back, I wrapped the buckled end of the belt around my hand and flicked the end against her breasts. Her body trembled, her mouth opening wide, yet her eyes remained filled with absolute ecstasy. I repeated the action, snapping my wrist, the sound of the strap striking her skin like captivating music. I was consumed by desire as I slapped her breasts one final time before moving behind her, tenderly caressing her beautiful buttocks. Her body was exquisite: an hourglass figure with rounded hips, long legs meant to entwine around my waist, and perfectly shaped breasts. I longed
I trembled with anticipation as I ran the tip of my arousal up and down the crevice of her backside. The intoxicating scent of our passionate encounter enveloped us, creating an atmosphere of blissful abandon. The primal desire within me surged once more, urging me to press forward and penetrate her tight entrance. With every ounce of self-control, I eased myself inside, navigating past the resistance of her muscles. Gentleness wasn't my usual demeanor, nor did I possess a caring disposition. In fact, I was far from it. I was a ruthless individual, driven by raw desire. However, with her, I would exercise some restraint. At least to a certain extent. A whimper escaped her lips, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure. The glistening sheen on her face captivated me, stealing my breath away. I questioned the intensity of my attraction towards this woman and the desire to lose myself in her presence. This wasn't typical behavior for me. As the warmth of her muscles enveloped me,