Blessed By Maniae {A Mafia Romance}

Maniae

~ Spirits personifying insanity, madness, and crazed frenzy

Dante Stefan Leonardo Salvatore was blessed by them. He feared none, to him no one was indispensable. He, who was raised to lead, to take control would surrender to none. He didn't understand forgiveness, he wasn't taught mercy. To him, no one was indispensable.

No one except her

The only woman who could willingly have him on his knees, the woman who needed no one except herself. Not even when the world wants her dead

~

"Red" she pauses, her breath fanning my neck "And lace" she almost fucking giggles and that noise goes straight to my dick. The thought of red lace, pooled around her knees when I fuck her makes me groan.

Fuck me

"You've been pretending that innocence all these years huh?" I choke, pressing my lips against hers, softly, as laughter rumbled through her chest

"Figured that innocent was your type" she smiles

#1 in Darkromance {2nd July '21}