Russian Roulette
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Last published Sat, Jul 13, 2019
Rus·sian rou·lette
/ˈˌrəSHən ro͞oˈlet/
n.
the practice of loading a bullet into one chamber of a revolver, spinning the cylinder, and then pulling the trigger while pointing the gun at one's own head.
•an activity that is potentially very dangerous.
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You hear the stories of the ruthless Mafia boss falling in love with the damsel in distress, or even the spit fire in some cases.
But this story is a little different, there was no spit fire female who could hold her own against her future lover and there sure as hell was no damsel who needed someone to save her...
To be honest, there was no "her" at all.
Michelangelo D'Alessandro was no spit fire, he was cold hearted.
He was no damsel, he was the head of the Italian mafia.
He has never and will never need saving, so he damn sure doesn't need Aleksandr Novak, the Russian Mafia head who seemed to want nothing more than the Italian beast himself.
What came as a love hate "friendship" between two allied and powerful crime organizations soon began to tumble over a line they dare not cross.
It was a never ending game of Russian Roulette with an Italian lover...
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"I don't fraternize with the enemy, Mr. Novak"
"Mr. Novak sounds too formal coming from you, Aleksandr is fine. Plus, I am not your enemy, Michelangelo." I told him, taking a swig of my vodka as I held his intense gaze.
"Why do you insist on saying my full, Is it not a mouth full?" He cocked his head to the side but his facade never wavered. He was the picture of clam yet cold as stone to anyone else, but I could read him like my favorite book.
"Would you prefer Angel?" I asked with a smirk, loving the reaction I enticed as his jaw clenched.
"I'm sure Sir would suffice." He replied stiffly.
"I'm sure too, especially when you scream it for me later on."
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Resisting the Mafia Boss (BL)
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Misconception
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Intoxicating
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DESIRE
"At least he told me what he does for a fucking living unlike someone". In a swift movement,Alex had his ring adorned fingers wrapped around her neck,making her move back from the little force he used. "I told you to watch your fucking tone". He cursed for the first time in a while and her pussy couldn't help but throb at the way he did and his hands wrapped around her neck,God,it made her think back at how he finger fucked her that day. She wanted nothing more than that and more than that. "You piss me the fuck off and make me think of ways I can make you pay for it". "How do you want me to pay for it?". She said in a sultry tone. "I'm going to fuck you hard against that glass and make you scream my name as I pound into you from behind,Everyone will know exactly what we're doing,including your date". She was officially horny,she didn't care that anyone would hear them but her sex drive was active and she wanted him to do exactly that. To fuck her hard. She wanted angry sex and she was going to get it. "Then do it". She stepped back making him release his hand from her neck. Her dress had a zip on the both sides so she unzipped it while she seductively stepped out of the dress leaving her black lace lingerie. "I'm all yours,Alex Moretti". •Zephyr is what everyone would call an ambitious beautiful lady. She is a nurse,has a house and a beautiful car,has sex with a guy only if he's officially her boyfriend. •Alexander is every woman's dream boyfriend who is the don to the Italian Mafia,every pretty lady he sets his eyes on gets on his bed and then he pays them to stay away from him. Until, She wanted the man she just met a week ago to fuck her right on the hospital bed and He wanted another taste of her just right after he got what he wanted. It all started with a DESIRE. #37 : Lustatfirstsight 2025 #12 : Lustatfirstsight 2025 #7:Lustatfirstsight 2025 #4: Nurse 2025 #51: Criminal 2025 #2 : Lustatfirstsight 2025 ©️2025 ✍️ •AComplete
Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.
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