The Mafia's Vengeful Desire

ss still lingering on his lips-a kiss he hadn't wanted but couldn't stop himself from giving. The force of his rage sent him crashing into his emo

he fell. Isabella's eyes widened, not in fear, but in something more-an understanding of the twisted

that had nothing to do with Isabella herself. No, his rage wasn't truly directed at her-it was at the one who was linked to her, the one who had

rowled, his hands trembling as he struggled with the conflic

re. His chest heaved with a mix of frustration and disgust as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. The door creaked open mome

over as he grabbed Isabella's scattered clothing from the floor. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he threw

of what could have happened pressed down on her, choking her with anxiety. She had been terrified that the notorious mafia boss, Alessandro de Luca, would st

, terrified her. He was nothing like the fantasy she had held of her first time. He was cruel, volatile, and unpredictable. Isabella's tears flowed freely a

ella winced, her body tense, afraid of what might happen next. Alessandro's harsh gaze never left her, but beneat

help but feel a sliver of relief as the servant guided her out of the room. Still tremblin

was tight, filled with an unrelenting rage that he couldn't contain. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey from his desk, he didn't bother with a glass. He

dripping with venom. The very thought of her name made his skin crawl, and the memories of her betrayal flashed through his mind like daggers. She had ruined him, and n

m. He couldn't stand the tension gnawing at his insides, the fury mixed with an almost unbearable need for release. His body felt l

alled out to his most trusted bodyguard. Within moments, Art

attention, his face expressionless but

iskey bottle tightly, his knuckles white with tension. He could feel the heat rising in him, a suffocating need that demanded sa

urves, leaving little to the imagination, her every movement deliberate as she approached Alessandro. He could see the desire

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

kened as he reached her, her body responding to the heat between them. But to him, it was just another trans

touch, but in the back of his mind, a fleeting image o

his breath, snapping himself

confusion and concern as she leaned into him, her teet

ewed determination, he yanked down the last piece of fabric covering Alice's 'gem'. His hands were rough, almost punishing, as he positioned himself and entered

pleasure-filled cries only irritated him further, the sound gnawing at his already frayed nerves. He pounded into her relentlessly, fast and hard, using

ted, her breath labored, her fa

ou're so noisy, and I hate that," he snarled, his voice laced with disdain as he hastily began dressin

she knew better than to protest. Alessandro had made it clea

anded, his voice

slipped out of the room. The door closed behind her with a soft click, leaving Alessandro once again alone in his cold, suf