Mafia King

brainstorming how to finish his work. Now that I'm

e. I'm actually surprised that I no longer blush reading this kind of genre. I have always read Ethan's boo

was about the driver and his boss. Apparently, he had this idea when we asked Avery on how she met her husband. Exce

an writes amazing R-rated scenes which makes the readers feel abs

to have an amazing ass?" I gasped in surprise at the sudden v

e in." I stammered. I could hear my

ipping the edge of the desk to support my weight. Angelo was leaning on the chair I pr

t?" He nodded to m

is discovery. I didn't write

ously. "I didn't kn

and uncomfortable at our proximity. I was

s from the chair. "H

e was half naked. I could see the tattoos all over his torso. It see

my puttana eye

mister high and mighty. Some puttana just a

eam seemed like a squeal as I closed my

st, hand pushing my back making our front pressed against each other. I could feel his rock hard abs, his mu

ngers pulling my hair, tugging it quite sexily. A move that was quite

dence. I can't believe guys like him do exist. I thought he on

tion. He angled my head instead so I'd be fac

cravings, Angelo." I smirked inwardly knowing h

h a certain amount of force. "One day, amore, one day." He grow

grin. I crossed my a

r faces only an inch apart. His big hand was almost wrapping it whole. His thumb massaging my throat like a feather. My hand automatic

ile uttering every name he owned. His eyes hooded in heat, lust cloudin

shed his li

-

mouth on mine as I t

off

dn't budge at first and when he finally di

ne like you before." His chu

amn cliché." I snapped back

me like you ev

Hail

ked. "I

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at the edge of the couch with a rigid posture. Angelo... or Dante was sitting on the other end, texting on his smar

Well, considering the ugly scowl

with an edge. Clearly he wa

re doing all the chores? I'm pretty sure this

you're living with a mafia?" His face

not that stupid but I reall

e. "You won't. You're

zed something. "Where are your men, Dante? Are you sure you're really a ma

me that I saw a couple of his men. I’m pretty sure it was those guys

in realization. Sometimes I wonder where this bravery came from when I could sit with him w

amore." Oh mon die

rds me. I scoot closer to the edge, almost sitting on th