An Italian mafia romance

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"If you dare to do that one more time, I might as well have to kill you"

|synopsis|

Never in my twenty-five years of life I thought I would be in this position. I once was a normal gal trying to get past the tribulations of life, but now I find myself in the midst of an absolute shit-fest.

My brain can't wrap my head around how things occurred just so that I would end up in this reality.

In Marcello Bellucci's world.

And how everything led me to him, how I became his delightful regina {queen}

And how he became my everything.

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"Strip that damn dress down and come fuck me" he demands.

"What?"

"You belong to me now, mia regina {queen on mine}" Marcello states and my knees tremble to the enticing sound of his voice.

He drops down sitting on the armchair. His elbows fall onto each side of his chair and he gives me that lecherous stare that I still haven't gotten used to, while playing with the rings he has on, spinning them around his fingers. 

The temperature of the room is getting considerably hotter.

My legs fold and my knees touch the cool marble floor of his office, kneeling right in front of him.

"Brava ragazza {good girl}" he grunts when my fingers make contact with the zipper of his trousers.

|disclaimer|

⇢sexual themes
⇢strong language
⇢violence and use of drugs
⇢mature content

|status|

Started: 09/26/20
Completed: —

|copyright|

I do not allow my work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

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a u t h o r ' s n o t e

It's finally here, ahhh. I've been wanting to write a 'mafia' romance for sooo fking long and it's finally here. I'm so excited!!!
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