36 parts Ongoing Mature"𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭, 𝚴𝐞𝐫𝐨."
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 biggest mafia in New York. Especially when said man was already engaged to another. Yet she found herself unable to be too mad about it as she saw the man wherever she went, pining after her attention, her touch, and her lips.
Niccolò Lyon 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 Niccolò 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. Fiancée be damned.