Territorial Mafia Series 1: DEMETRI SYLVESTRE đđ đđđđđ. đđ đđđđđđđđ. đđ đđđđđđđđ. Demetri Sylvestre is more than just a manâheâs a ruthless force. At 31, he rules the criminal underworld with power, wealth, and a deadly charm that no one dares to resist. No commitments. No complications. Just pure, unbridled pleasure. Until Snow Hidalgo crashes into his world. At 24, sheâs the dazzling big-screen starlet that has the world at her feet. Stunning. Untouchable. Kindhearted. But she's already engaged to someone else. Not just anyone but his own half-brother, Marcus. The golden boy. The perfect one. The man who has everything handed to himâincluding Snow. But Demetri doesnât share. If he canât have her the right way, heâll take her the wrong way. A drunken wedding. A shattered romance. A web of lies that turns him into the villain of her story. At first, it was just lust. He wanted to own her, to bend her to his will. But the deeper he sinks into obsession, the more he realizesâhe canât breathe without her. He canât exist without her. And even if she hates him, even if she pushes him away, he will stay. Possessively. Obsessively. Because love isnât always sweet. Sometimes, itâs a relentless storm. A dark, dangerous obsession. And Demetri Sylvestre will never let her go.
ĐŁĐ·ĐœĐ°ĐčŃĐ” Đ±ĐŸĐ»ŃŃĐ”His hands were all over my tits, kneading and groping them like he couldnât get enough, squeezing the soft flesh until I squirmed. I pulled back from his lips, throwing my head back with a groan as he latched onto one of my nipples with his hot, wet mouth, devouring it like a starved bastard. He sucked on my breast like a thirsty little shit, slurping and tugging at my nipple with his lips and teeth, sending filthy jolts of pleasure ripping through me. My hand twisted into my own hair, yanking at it as the sensation worshipped every damn inch of my body, making me tremble and drip for him. We stayed like that for a while, his filthy mouth switching between my tits, sucking one then the other, leaving them wet and throbbing, while his fingers teased my dripping cĂșnt, brushing my slit like a cruel fvcking promise. I gasped, a sharp, needy sound, when he shoved one thick finger right up inside my tight pĂșssy, stretching me open. He moved slo
**Snow's POV** I woke up late the next morning, my limbs heavy and aching in the most deliciously sore way. The sunlight was already shining through the curtains, too bright for my eyes, but I barely managed to open them. I reached out instinctively to his side of the bed, only to find cool sheets. No warmth. No trace of the man who absolutely wrecked me last night until 3 am. Damn him. He didnât even look tired last night, not even close. Itâs like he had an infinite reserve of stamina, while I was the one left boneless and wrecked beneath him. I groaned softly, my entire body protesting as I shifted under the covers. He bent me over with ease, flipped me on my side, and had me riding him until I was breathless, his hands gripping me hard, his movements desperate, almost brutal in how much he wanted me. He slammed into me like he hadnât touched me in years, driven by pure, feral hunger. It was nothing like the night before when he was all slow caresses, whispered praises, and so
"Have you eaten?" she asked, trying to change the topic. "Not yet," he replied. She stood up to prepare him some dinner. "Demetria taught me how to cook," she offered, closing the fallboard gently. "You didnât break anything?" he teased, chuckling at her reaction. She rolled her eyes in response. "I want to taste it," he said cheerfully, following her into the dining area. He immediately took a seat at the table while she went to get a plate and utensils for him. When she turned around, she was shocked to see him already tasting one of the dishes under the lid of the food she had cooked. Her eyes darted to the refrigerator, where she had placed the final dish she had actually intended to serve. She still needed to microwave it, but it was clear her husband was already starving. She had cooked two dishes, but neither turned out great. Even Demetria had been too scared to taste her cooking earlier, convinced it might upset her stomach or worse. "Hmmm. I-It tastes good," he sai
I could barely open my mouth. I was too stunned. Was that really how much Demetri suffered as a child? My heart ached as I thought of everything he had been through. It made me realize just how cruel Marcusâs mother really was. "Why didnât you tell your dad about it?" I asked softly, still trying to wrap my head around the weight of what Demetria had just revealed. âShe always threatened us,â Demetria replied, her voice steady but edged with something bitter. âShe said that if we ever told Dad, sheâd poison him. And we were terrified of her. She wasnât just some ordinary woman... she was an assassin.â An assassin. God⊠that was terrifying. âNo wonder Demetri turned out the way he did,â she added, her tone a mix of understanding and frustration. âHe can be cruel sometimes, but he has a heart. You just have to try to understand him⊠even if he drives you crazy most of the time.â That line stuck with me. Maybe it wouldnât be so bad to try and understand him, right? E
My eyes were puffy when I finally sat up from the bed. I could still feel the dull sting on my cheek. With a sigh, I stood and headed straight to the bathroom to wash my face, hoping the cold water would calm the heat of both my skin and my emotions. I stared at myself in the mirror, my reflection silent but heavy with frustration. Damn, that devil... Just thinking about what he did makes my chest tighten with anger. No matter how much I try to shake it off, the rage keeps rising back to the surface. I decided to step out of the room. It was oddly quiet. I had a feeling Demetri mightâve gone out again and left me here like he always does. As I made my way downstairs, I heard faint sounds coming from the kitchen. I peeked inside and saw a woman cooking, it was Demetria. She looked focused and at ease. Cooking must really run in their family. She turned to me with a smile when she noticed I was watching her. âOh, youâre awake,â she said kindly. I instinctively stepped forward to ch
**Snow's POV** It was exactly midnight when I suddenly woke up. The room was quiet and dark, except for Demetriâs steady breathing beside me. I turned my head slowly to look at him, seeing him sleep so peacefully. Gently, I moved and reached under my pillow to get my phone. This was my only chance to find out if the person texting under Marcusâ name was really him. Curiosity had been gnawing at me as I kept receiving messages from his number, but I never replied. Now, with no one watching me, this was the perfect moment to finally know the truth. Under Demetriâs constant watch, I barely had the freedom to breathe, let alone do the things I wanted. It was suffocating, and exhausting living like this. Life with him had become unbearable. I didnât understand it. Out of all the men in the world, why did I end up with someone like Demetri? He was controlling, obsessed, and always wanted to keep me close. Every rule he gave me felt like it came from fear, fear of losing me, fear of bein
**Third Person POV** Feurene was furious. Her heels tapped loudly on the marble floor as she walked back and forth, her eyes filled with anger and frustration. âMy God, I canât take this anymore!â she burst out the moment she and Demetri were finally alone. Her voice trembled, heavy with exasperation and heartbreak. âIâve done everythingâeverything to make Marcus love me. But itâs useless! Completely useless!â Demetri, lounging back in his chair like the chaos didnât concern him, arched a brow. His voice was chillingly calm. âThen find a way to make him get you pregnant.â Feureneâs head snapped toward him. Her expression twisted in horror. âWhat? Are you insane?â she hissed. âIf I get pregnant now, everything Iâve worked forâmy career, my imageâit will all go down the drain!â Demetri gave a small, indifferent shrug as if her concerns barely registered. âItâs your choice, Feurene. But if you donât act now, all our sacrificesâall your sacrifices will be for nothing.â She sc
**Demetri's POV** After having my wound re-checked by Grace, I dropped by the mansion. Grace decided to re-stitch it and sternly reminded me once again not to exert myself or do anything reckless that could reopen the wound. If it starts bleeding again, the consequences could be worse. I visited the mansion to check on my father, and Iâd also heard that Marcus had finally returned. I was hoping to confirm whether Mauie had visited the hospital or even stopped by here to see her son. But it seems she had no intention of showing up. That means Ryndell lied when he said Mauie accompanied his beloved son. That was supposed to be my lead, which is why I scheduled the blood transfusion at the same hospital where Marcus was confined just to confirm if Mauie was still alive. But I never saw her there. Because if she had shown up that day⊠I wouldâve killed her. Just as I stepped out of the Lamborghini, someone greeted me and it was Feurene. âI thought we had an agreement, Demetr
I stepped out onto the veranda for a bit, needing to breathe in some fresh air. I didnât even realize I was smiling, softly laughing, even every time the memory of what happened earlier played in my mind. Demetri, consumed by jealousy, wanted to punish me⊠right then and there on the grand piano. He was rough, desperate, wild. But before he could go any further, his wound reopened. It started bleeding which stopped him cold. Even now, I canât help but chuckle at the memory, even though I probably look ridiculous laughing to myself. I know I shouldâve been worried about him, but I just couldnât take it seriously. He keeps forcing himself to do things his body clearly isn't ready for, all because he wants to prove a point, to dominate, to control. And he wanted me, so badly, but his body just couldn't keep up with his obsession. Honestly? Iâm a little thankful for that wound. Call me wicked, but itâs like a blessing in disguise. If it werenât for that, we might still be tangled up in
Warning: This book contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult readers. It includes graphic depictions of intimacy, intense emotional situations, and elements of dark romance that may be disturbing or triggering to some individuals. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to themes such as abuse, manipulation, violence, or other potentially distressing content. Reader discretion is strongly advised. **** My Dear Readers, This is my first attempt at writing a mafia romance with elements of dark romance, and Iâll be honest, itâs a step outside my comfort zone. Iâve always been drawn to lighthearted, comedic stories, but this time, I wanted to challenge myself. To explore a world of power, danger, and passion. That being said, this story is different from anything Iâve written before. Itâs intense. Itâs raw. Itâs not always pretty. So, I ask for your patience and understanding. Please donât hold this to the same expectations as my previous works, thi...
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