The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

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ring girl I met at the club yesterday here. The gir

y she was fearless and didn’t seem intim

aid as he gestured at the girl who came in with the

o, who was she? Ros

er." Roberto continued, confirmi

r. Though my intention wasn’t to say that ou

Roberto asked, with curio

ouse. Talking about our encounter would only put her i

e at him and sho

on Sofia, the reason I

chest, I cast my gaze at Sof

ther; I was only marrying her because of the benefit I would get from the all

before flicking my gaze at Robe

fused. "What’s wrong with

n private with Sofia, not you." I s

hem." He said as he starte

e before turning on her heels

ompletely out of sight. Fuck, she was damn hot, and my co

t were roaming through my head. I was getting married to her sister,

t Sofia. "We would be getting married

d. "It’s not like our marriag

aring my children, and I need to know ev

e going to, like—" she pointed bet

e the idea either. But it was something we had to do once we got married. If only Rosalinda was the o

tell me about you. I w

atched the bac

ickly said. She was wasting too much time, and I didn’t ha

laimed, widening her

rowed. "Your fathe

She pa

, the deal had already been signed, and there was nothing she could

o do was abide by my rul

I dismissed her. "Go

turned on her heels an

all my expectations were to see Roberto walk throug

wayed as she walked towards me, and each step she took went straight to my g

e said as she placed the tray on her f

head in ackn

about yesterday." She muttered and s

nse before turning on her he

to admit it to myself, I didn’t want her

self, I uttered her na

urned to look

ng didn’t know, but I had t

myself a drink, do you?" Wa

the glass, all my mind thought of was making her squirt. Just like the bottle was squirting wine. Fuck! I wasn’t thinking st

of wine, but I shook my

for a little longer. Call me crazy, bu

r brows tog

have a reason?

ould speak, I did first. "It’s an or

uld see the irritation that was starting

ecause she didn’t know that I was Antonio Russo. I stroked fear in people, and no one dared to defy me; not

he continued when she

ouched my lips. "

ou gave me your w

as I asked curiou

." She said boldly. "Y

n I was disrespected. "I might not harm you physically, but there are other wa

ulped the wine down, surprising me. I had

e glass violently on the tray. "Asshole." She muttered under her breat

I leapt to my feet and gripped h

ned with the red wine she just drank, and the urge to take her lips into mine and suck the wine off them surged

she made that sound, the door suddenly dinged open, and I quickly pulled away from her. I turned t