All Chapters of The Devil's Reluctant Bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

⚠️ 🔞 ⚠️ WARNING Ambrosia's P.O.V A part of me knew this was coming but it still felt like a fucking death knell. Terror, hopelessness, and something that felt like arousal mixed a Molotov cocktail in my stomach as I stared at the growing bulge in his pants. No. no. I couldn’t betray my husband like this. But when I glanced over my shoulders and saw the knife at his throat, fear and anger in his eyes, my own eyes blurred and I turned back to the don. His nose was flared as he looked down at me. I swallowed and with a shudder, leaned in and pressed my mouth to his bulge. Steven let out a shout that became muffled when they hit him. I flinched but focused on the task. Even though my teeth hadn’t found his zip yet, there was a musky scent around his groin that made my mouth run dry. What the hell was wrong with me? A while later, after lapping around with my tongue, I finally caught the zipper between my teeth, and slowly, still holding the don's gaze, I pulled it down. His e

Marcello’s P.O.V I stilled, a nerve ticking in my jaw as rage boiled under my skin. Ambrosia…no the woman beneath me whined in protest, squeezing her pussy muscles enough to make me hiss. “Don’t go, Don. Please. Fill me with your cum.” “Get off me,” I growled, knocking off her legs that were tight around my waist. She fell to the ground, yelping as I pulled my pants over my still throbbing cock. I hissed through my teeth when the metal of my zipper cruised gently over my tip but finally I was able to shove my cock inside my pants. As I stormed out of my room, I gritted my teeth in frustration. On a normal day, I would have kept the Conclave della Notte waiting until I was done, but today was no normal day and I knew they were here because of my Uncle. I entered my den and paused at the doorway, seeing the seven men of the Conclave sitting around the mahogany desk in the center of the room. Although their faces were shadowed due to the dark lighting, their postures were tense

Marcello’s P.O.V I had lost count of how many punches I’d thrown, but the bastard tied to the chair before me was still breathing, though barely. Blood dripped from my fingerless gloves, splattering the concrete floors in uneven bursts. The fucker whimpered, his head hanging low on his chest, but I wasn’t done. Traitors didn’t get mercy–not in my world. “One thing I hate the most is rats,” my voice was calm, almost bored, though inside I was seething. “They are the most disgusting bottom rung rodent, living in trash and with no sense of loyalty. You…I took you in when you were on the streets, Deficiente! You were fucking nothing!” I grabbed his hair, jerking his head back so he could look me in the eyes. “But that didn’t fucking matter to you!” “Hai infranto la sola regola nel mio impero, e questo,” I gestured to the mangled mess of his face, “e cio che succede ai ratti!” My fist flew again, crashing against his jaw. His moans were music to my ear. Something cracked. Teeth s

Ambrosia’s P.O.VDays had passed since the don had forced me to sign those divorce papers and during those days, I was transferred from the infirmary building into a large mansion in the same compound.I told myself that I did it to save Steven, but Marcello’s words thundered in my head over and over again. “You’ll make such a fine bride for me.”I didn’t know what he meant but what I knew for sure is that I’d rather throw myself off a cliff than marry that man. I hated him with every breath I took. the devil who ruined my life and marriage. when I’d offered to do anything to stop him from hurting my husband, I thought he’d ask me to…to…do anything other than what he’d forced me to do that day. the memory still haunted me and the worst part of it all was how my clit always throbbed whenever it crossed my mind. Steven knew this…knew my body had enjoyed that traumatic experience and that was why he despised me.Tears burned at the corner of my eyes and just as I tried to blink it back,

Marcello’s P.O.VIt’d been two weeks since she slapped me.Two weeks since she had looked me in the eye and dared to challenge me, her tiny hand striking my cheek with a force that was more insulting than painful.And two weeks since I made sure she wouldn’t forget who owned her. The piercing on her clit had been her punishment–a permanent reminder that every inch of her belonged to me.Tonight, I decided it was time to add my finishing touch.The diamond-studded clit hoop gleamed in my hand as I stepped into her room, the low from the hall casting just enough light to see her. I’d forbidden the maids to give her any form of clothing so she was just as I’d expected; splayed out across the bed, naked with her legs slightly parted as if inviting me in.It was a dangerous game I was playing, aware that almost all my men had fucked her mouth that day in her house and then held her captive in a place they could all access her. but I was Don Marcello and I would kill every single one of the