MY RUTHLESS MAFIA HUSBAND LOVES ME
âWhy are you wearing panties?â he growled dangerously in my ear, sending a shiver of fear down my spine. âDid you forget that I told you not to wear them and to always be ready for me in our bed?â
My heart raced. I didnât want to provoke my husband, his rage was an unpleasant one. Alessandro Valentino, the Mafia lord of Western Italyâmy husband. I had been so exhausted and sick lately that I had forgotten everything he had said.
Alessandro was undeniably wealthy and handsome, but he was also incredibly dangerous. Upsetting him could lead to serious consequencesâlike a bullet to the head. Our marriage wasnât a mutual one; it was an arranged union. Alessandro married me because his grandfather insisted on it. I was an orphan who had saved his grandfatherâs life, and he believed I was the perfect bride for his grandson. When Alessandro resisted, his grandfather threatened to disown him, stripping him of all his inheritance, including the Mafia empire and Valentino Enterprises. His grandfather was a strong figure in the Mafia, and no one dared defy him, at least no one who valued their lives did.
From the start, Alessandro didnât care for me; he often called me a gold digger and never missed a chance to express his disdain. I lay there, his burning gaze fixed on me as he pressed his naked body against mine softly. My skin reacted involuntarily to his touch, but then he tore my panties away and entered me without warning, making me cry out in pain. I wasnât prepared for this; I had no intention of having sex tonight.
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