Betrothed To The Mafia Lord
āDonāt make me repeat myself twice, part those legs for me, Bunny.ā His deep voice which always sends my brain reeling due to how silky it sounds, washed over me slowly as he murmured quietly against my throat.
I tried to point out to him that there was no way Iād be able to do as told with his legs still pinning mine down, but the words died down in my throat when he sucked the skin over my beating pulse into his mouth.
āGo on. You want to be good for me, donāt you?ā
āIā I do.ā I choked out, letting out a breathy whimper when he wrapped his free hand around my throat and squeezed on it a little.
āāā
Forced to marry the ruthless mafia lord, whom everyone was afraid of at the age of eighteen, Sofia had no other choice but to follow her fatherās wishes like a dutiful daughter was supposed to. While Luca Ricci only took a wife, because he wasnāt getting any younger at the age of thirty-three.
She was the angel to his demons, the light to his darkness, the innocence to his sinsā¦ He wanted to protect her, since the moment he locked eyes with hers on their wedding day and saw the amount of fright brewing in it.
He wanted to make her good for him, to mark her as his; with his handprints on her ass and his cum dripping off her face. To own her completely, to wrap his hand around her throat and do so many sinful things to her body.
But he was the mafia lord, and danger just seems to be lurking around him, wherever he goes, and in whatever he does.
He must protect his wife at all costs.
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