Lana Rosso is a beautiful 21 year old Swedish girl who loves to travel the world. while she was on her trip to Tuscany she was kidnapped by a Mafia leader named Giovanni Berlusconi who is 24 and the most powerful mafia leader in Italy. what will happen between them? will Giovanni have a soft spot for Lana?
******* "Is this what you want Angel?" Axel panted, trailing his lips up my neck to my face. I shivered when I felt his lips start sucking at a spot on my neck. "Come on, tell me this is what you want Mia because I don't think I can keep myself away from you anymore." His voice was deep and laced with desire, his ey...
Hell freeze over when a forever bond was damned upon his head. Relationship and women in general were the last things on his mind. Interaction between humans wasn't his cup of tea let alone getting tied to someone for the rest of his life. Eden Salvatore wasn't exactly a people person. Wild, full of life, and a walk...
" W-what are y-you we-wea-ring?" Luca's deep trembling voice made me smirk. I looked down at the baby pink lace bra and matching panties that adorned my body. Luca's gaze was stuck to my chest at then it tavelled downwards. "Are you done staring?" I asked, my voice low and husky. The bag in his right hand dropped as...
(EDITING) "You can't keep doing that..." she whispers, avoiding eye contact with me as she pretends to stare at the computer screen. "Doing what?" I ask, acting oblivious as fuck. I just want to hear those words out of her mouth. "Talking like this to me and doing that," she replies while motioning to the pen on my h...
Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know...
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...