All Chapters of His Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

60 percent Mafia book, 40 percent erotica. A book about lust, love, obsession, possession, Domination, BDSM, war, and blood shade. Sophia was the opposite of Dante. She is kind and soft-hearted and they shined through her appearance. After a break up with the man she spent years building a future with, Sophia fuels that energy into her career— the desire to be a lifesaver. She promised never to give love a chance but her father’s constant intervention pushed her into the arms of a man she saw through his light, instead of the darkness that he is. Dante Gilimatro. The ruler of the most hideous mafia undercover world. A man whose mare presence commanded silence. His aura filled with dominance. With the quest to be free from her father’s constant blind date plans, Sophis fell into Dante’s arms, seeking protection from her father. “I need you in black, baby girl.” Those were the commands he gave when he has plans to fuck her skul out in the restroom at any restaurant they pass thei

Sophia sat comfortably in her plush, cream-colored armchair, surrounded by stacks of medical journals and textbooks. The soft glow of the table lamp cast a warm light over her workspace as she made notes on her latest project: developing an app to allow patients to seek consultations without visiting the clinic. Her blue silk pajamas, adorned with delicate silver embroidery, shimmered subtly in the light, hugging her form with an elegance that spoke of understated luxury. A matching robe draped over the back of her chair, forgotten in the comfort of her research.Her raven black hair tumbled in loose waves down her back, framing her serene face. She sipped her coffee, savoring the warmth, her pen moving swiftly across the paper as her mind raced with ideas. The room was quiet, save for the faint scratching of her pen and the occasional flip of a page.The door to her study swung open, breaking the tranquility. Sophia glanced up, her lips curving into a warm smile as her father, walk

Dante lay on the bed, his palm pressed firmly against his bleeding arm. The deep red stain spread across his white sleeve, but his face betrayed nothing. His breathing was steady, deliberate, even as a faint tremor ran through his fingers. He groaned softly, a sound more from annoyance than agony, as though the bullet wound was a mere inconvenience.Eric walked in, his face etched with concern. “My lord.” He bowed, shifting his gaze to Dante’s bleeding arm. Dante’s eyes, dark and piercing, held the faintest flicker of pain, but it was buried beneath a fortress of resolve. They carried the weight of countless battles won, and countless scars endured.“I have contacted the doctor. That ingret has sent his trusted assistant.”Dante took note of Eric’s information but his face remained a mask of indifference. Eric bowed as a flicker of guilt sliced through him. “I am sorry, I should have protected…” Dante raised a finger, and this mare act silenced Eric. “It was an uncalculated mo