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"πππ€π π¨ππ π¦π² πππ₯π, π΄ππ«π¨."
A shudder ran down Nero's spine as she watched the man before her lean back against his office chair, spread his bulky thighs, and tip his head back as he watched her with those sultry eyes of his. She knew it was wrong to want him, that wanting him would only bring her trouble, yet she found her mouth salivating at the mere sight of him.
It was unfair how attractive he was.
"Why? You didn't let me cum yesterday."
His eyebrow twitched, the corner of his lips tipping in amusement. "Only good girls get to cum, diavolina."
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It was never Nero Rothschild's intention to find herself as the central figure in every fantasy of the don of the most influential and dangerous mafia in New York. Especially when said man also happened to be NiccolΓ² Lyon, the rival of the Lucchese family she was forced to work for. After generations of conflict, the two mafias had finally settled their issues by arranging the marriage of NiccolΓ² Lyon with the cousin of the Lucchese heir-a marriage that would save thousands of lives from dying in the meaningless war.
Everyone knew the importance of the marriage, understanding what it meant for the future of the underworld.
Everyone but NiccolΓ², it seemed.
The day NiccolΓ² Lyon saw Nero Rothschild, he knew he had to have her, to possess her. He found himself pining after her attention, her touch, and her lips. He knew he was wrong to want the girl so badly. She had already been claimed by his rival despite wanting nothing to do with the lovesick man. The fact only made NiccolΓ² desire the little devil even more, especially when he found out that the Lucchese family had gone against their promise of peace by hiring her to coldheartedly murder him.
He needed to have her, to make her his, and to own her. FiancΓ©e be damned.
