All Chapters of Dark Possession: A Mafia Romance : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Bella. “Next we have Isabella,” the auctioneer announced with lecherous smile. “She turned eighteen two weeks ago. Height: 5’7 with a sweet weight of just 58kg. Her boobs are 32 inches, her waist is 22 inches, and her hips are a generous 39 inches.” He rambled off without glancing at the paper containing my details. “Hair colour is blonde, natural. Blue eyes and all that. The rest of her less interesting details are included in the file before you. And if you’re yet to catch up, she is madame Charlotte's diamond of the season. A look at her and you can already tell what she was trained for.” He smirked, causing the crowd to chuckle.“Turn around dear, let them get a good look at you. Bidding starts at $1,000,000.” He announced, casting a lustful gaze at me.“Least I forget, she’s purely a virgin.” He added like it the cherry on top, leaving murmurs of excitement and satisfaction in his wake.I felt disgust crawl all over me, almost pulling my lunch to the surface, a surface I desper

Bella.I ended the dance with my signature split, hands running from my boobs to my pussy as I maintained eye contact with my chosen prey. It was a method Madame C taught me herself. She always said to pick a face in the crowd, preferably a the most intimidating face you can find and perform for them. You can send teasing glances to the other men in the room but make sure you don’t break the spell with your client of choice. She said men had fragile egos and this would send the others I didn’t pick into some sort of frenzy, trying to draw my attention while my client of choice would get an ego boost like there was something about him that made him better than the other men. It didn’t make sense to me at first but in two months, I’d realized she was absolutely right. She was in fact right about a lot of things. I picked myself off the stage in the most sensual manner known to man and stalked off without a goodbye bow or a glance in their direction. I liked to dismiss the night lik

BellaFriday nights were a personal favorite of mine, there was a spread of options to pick from. I learned from the other girls how to spot a wealthy man. From the fit of his suit to the leather of his shoes and down to his cufflinks. I was surprised by how accurate there were. Every man that came to the “Rave” was rich, you need to have a certain income level to even be allowed into the club but amongst the rich, were the wealthy. Those were my target and the older they were, the better.The music started with a low hum, it’s vibration moving through me. I was certain if Madame C didn’t train me on how to dance, I would’ve picked up dancing somewhere else.I enjoyed the way the music coaxed movements from my body, the way it commanded the sway of my hips and bend of my knees.I felt free when I danced. It was the only time I wasn’t so wrapped up in the shit that has become my life. I was one with the music. I curled my legs around the pole, letting my upper body fall off, shruggi

Dante Fuck!The picture frame hanging on my office wall shattered under the force of my fist slamming into it.What was that? What was I thinking? I wasn’t a man that lacked discipline, my still throbbing dick would beg to differ but I know who I am. I’ve risen to the top of the Cosa Nostra and instilled the level of fear and respect I demand because I always had my head straight and never let things get in the way of the familia or business. You can’t tempt me with wine, money or women and I had an outlet for whenever I needed one.First she waltz into my club and makes a caricature of my business, scamming my patrons and under delivering services. Next, she turned me into a teenage boy creaming his pants at the sight of his first crush. Hell I was leaking by the time she pulled me out and I don’t even do precum, no girl was that good.My nostrils flared at the thought of what her antics would have done to my business if it got out, these men were vicious and hate being cheated

Dante. “She really went through with it, I guess I owe you $10k.” Enzo mused, staring at the newlywed in shock. “I’ll never understand these innocent girls have for men like Kaden, it’s like a wolf keeping a sheep as a pet.” He was right, while I understood the appeal of opposites attracting, the couple before us looked like a tragedy waiting to happen and we all knew who the victim would be. I never understood why people would put themselves in such a vulnerable situation in the name of love. Kaden was like an exposed live wire, the smallest stimulation would result in an uncontrollable explosion, and boy did he love to explode. His wife, whatever her name was, was the model picture of a lamb. Sweet, caring, one of the women who actually cared about the charities they donated to and not the validation they got from society for spending money. Enzo mentioned one time that she ran a secret scholarship funding program for orphans and Kaden was able to get her attention by making