All Chapters of Mafia Men VI - Alessandro's Games : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ No man had ever dared ask me something like that before—no one had the balls or the stupidity. Alessandro Costello had both, and somehow, he made it look good. He didn’t just cross the line; he danced all over it like it was his personal stage, smirking like he knew I’d let him get away with it. If it had been anyone else, I would’ve ripped him to shreds—verbally, physically, whatever it took. I’d have made it hurt. But with him all that anger, my sharp-edged tongue I usually carried around like a weapon… it twisted into something else. Something hotter, darker. It didn’t make sense, but that’s what made it worse. When he was nice, he was dangerous. But when he was mean? God, it was like he became a whole different animal, one I wanted to get bitten by. His looks were gasoline, and every sharp little words he threw at me felt like a spark setting me on fire. He’d sneer, and I’d feel it low in my stomach. A single cutting remark from him mad

Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ I planted my hands on either side of her shoulders, caging her beneath me, and drove into her without hesitation—hard, fast, and without a single thought about how she felt about it. Why the fuck would I care? This was mine to take. Every inch of her belonged to me now, whether she admitted it or not. Her body jerked beneath me with every thrust, dragging against the cold wood beneath her. Each time, I’d pull back until just the tip of me lingered inside, savoring the way her walls clenched in protest—then I rammed back into her, like breaking her was the only thing that would ever satisfy me. “So fucking tight,” I growled, more to myself than to her. I barely noticed the words spilling from my mouth, "Feels... fucking incredible, baby," I dragged out the syllables like a sick lullaby. Her moans hit my ears, a mess of pleasure, and something darker—something I recognized. It made me slam into her harder, angrier, until her hips lifted off the floor with ever

Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ We didn’t bother cleaning up after the grilled cheese. The dishes could wait, the crumbs could stay where they were. Right now, we just wanted some sleep. She was on her side, facing me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest—it has become a routine, the moonlight slipping in through the curtains. "How long do you think this’ll last?” she asked suddenly. I frowned, my hand stilling on her back. “What do you mean?” “This... us,” she said, gesturing vaguely between us, “How long before this blows up in our faces?” I paused, my thumb tracing a slow circle on her skin. “Does it matter?” I finally asked. “We’ll deal with whatever comes. I’m not thinking about tomorrow. We could stay here forever for all I care." She laughed, nestling her face into the crook of my neck, her breath hot against my skin, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I just... existed. No blood, no duties, no planning for the future, no fucking shit. Just her in my arm

Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ High School Graduation... Alessandro Costello was the guy every guy wanted to be. Good-looking in that unfair way—sharp jawline, blue eyes that seemed to pull you in, and a smile that made people weak at the knees. He wasn’t just popular, he owned the school. Captain of the football team, straight A's without even trying, and with a last name that carried power far beyond the hallways. The kind of name that made teachers look twice, that had parents whispering when he passed by. He drove cars that turned heads—sleek, fast, and expensive—cars that left everyone else staring in his rearview mirror. Girls flocked to him like he was the sun, orbiting his every move, waiting for just a glance or a smirk thrown their way. He didn’t have to chase anyone; they came to him. Alessandro didn’t need to try—he was it, the one everyone wanted to be close to, even if it was just to get a glimpse of what life looked like on his level. But that was just what people sa

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ If this is heaven, then screw everything else. I could throw my entire life away for this. This is the only thing that makes sense right now, and if I get to feel like this for the rest of my life, sign me the fuck up. His head was buried between my thighs, and the morning light spilling through the window made my bare skin glow. My nipples were stiff, the air teasing them, and all I could hear—aside from the waves crashing outside—was the sound of Alessandro’s mouth on me. My fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer, harder. His tongue moved in ways that had my head spinning, and every inch of my body felt like it was on fire. I let out a low moan, my back arching off the bed as I gripped the headboard like it was the only thing tethering me to reality. He was everywhere—teeth scraping along the inside of my thigh, tongue pressing against me like he was a man on death row savoring his last meal. His stubble burned deliciously against my skin. The way