Maria |18+

Chapter 1

— 2004 ––
MARIA

Every love story begins with a kiss. But mine began with a fuck.

And that fuck would be the striking man across the room. Because his eyes held such a dark and lustful look, I was sure he'd been ripping my dress off my body with every once over he gave me.

I'd glanced back at him a few times and unashamedly lifted my black dress ever so slightly to expose just a little more of my thigh.

I knew what I wanted and I knew how I was gonna get it.

At first, I wasn't sure if he was looking at me, but when the satin fabric glided over my caramel skin, his parted lips told me everything I needed to know.

His eyes met mine once again, this time adding a grin to his features before he turned on his heels, exiting the massive doors next to him and disappearing into the dark hallway. Was I supposed to follow him?

It was a party with everyone I ever knew attending. Not my party, but I'd be risking a hell of a lot if I followed him.

Would it be worth it? Risking my father's reputation just to fuck a guy I've never even spoke to?

A one night stand wasn't anything new to me, but now it could possibly affect my fathers standing in the business. Not that the Santinelli Cosa was a business at all. It was in fact the most powerful Mafia Family in Italy. And my father was lucky enough to be within the higher ups.

With a sigh and final gulp of my gin, I grabbed my clutch and left the table, following the direction of the fine specimen.

The hallway was dark but I noticed a light creeping out from under a door. I followed my instincts and crept straight towards it, keeping my guard up but letting my curiosity flow through my veins.

I brought my hand up to the door, knocking it lightly to be greeted with a voice welcoming me in. My heartbeat sped up immediately, adrenaline began to rush through my veins.

I opened the door, stepping in to a warm office being heated by the fireplace that sat on a wall facing a desk. A man turned around and his grey eyes met mine.

His gaze darkened and a grin formed across his features. He did a once over of my body for the hundredth time that night as he stalked closer to me.

This man was gorgeous up close. The way his dark, thick hair fell over his one eye, but not covering it completely. His shoulders and biceps were visible through his white dress shirt and his black slacks only complimented his long legs.

The sleeves of his dress shirt had been rolled up, revealing his forearms inked with pictures and words.

The faint scent of his cologne washed over me as he reached me, the grin on his lips dropping as he licked them, giving me a peep of his tongue.

I subconsciously took steps backwards until my back was greeted with the wood of the door, nearly making me trip over my own feet clad in my black strapped heels. And he kept his eyes on my legs.

"I thought you wouldn't come," his voice was laced with a thick accent, though his English was good for an Italian man. A handsome one.