The Mafia's Vengeful Desire

ll lingered on his lips-a kiss he had not wanted but could not stop himself from giving. His anger drove him into his emotions, a tempest of lo

eight of his fury, a deep-seated hatred he harbored for years. No, his wrath was not really aimed at

his internal battle. "You... you remind me of your mother-t

y lit room, his power impossible to overlook. Moments later, the door creaked op

cattered clothes from the floor, his fury pouring over. He flung the bits of cloth into her fa

ody shook with terror. Anxiety from the weight of what may have happened choked her. She had been afraid that the ruthless mafia boss Ales

and struggled to pull herself together in front

iffened; she was terrified of the possibility that was about to happen. Alessandro's stern look never l

escorted Isabella out of the room, she felt a sense of relief. But a question lingered in

chest tightened, bursting with a burning rage he couldn't control. Wanting to ease his feelings, he grabbed the whiskey bottle off h

e you, Beatrice!" His skin crawled just thinking about her name, and daggers of memory of her sin tore across his brain. She ruined his family, and now her daug

he tension biting at his insides, the wrath combined with an almost intolerable craving for release, made him miserable. He

iable bodyguard. Arthur showed up at the door w

ened intently, anticipat

htly grasped the empty whiskey bottle. He could feel the heat rising within him, a stifling yearning for satisfaction.

intentional as she neared Alessandro, the cloth hung to her curves and left minimal to the imagination. She looked at him

ardened by years of betrayal and rage. No woman could ever break throug

r more shimmered in her eyes, but Alessandro wasn't a fool. He could see it all

ro was not a fool, her dreams of more shimmered in her eyes. He dismissed it even

to the fire between them as her breath accelerated as he neared her. To him, though, it was only another transact

cumbing to his touch, yet in the rear of hi

e cursed unde

e a mix of uncertainty and concern as she lea

off the last piece of cloth concealing Alice's 'jewel'. His hands were rough, even punishing as he positioned himself and blindly en

m further; the sound gnawed at his already strained nerves. Using her body to release the stress coiling inside him, he relentlessly,

gasped, her breath was pant

it!" he murmured as he hastily began to dress. "You are extremely noisy, and I

r, she knew better than to object. She was onl

d, his voice ic

t without another word. Alessandro was once more alone in his frigid, suffocating world when the door cl