Her Least Favorite Husband | Mafia Romance

Her Least Favorite Husband | Mafia Romance

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"You can say I'm old fashioned," he said. "You wait till marriage?" she asked, smirking. "I wait until I'm in love." - Eighteen-year-old Mia thought being a lead suspect in the murder trial for her deceased stepfather was a lot of drama, but to make it all worse, she receives an invitation in the mail to a wedding next week, and apparently, she's the bride! Due to a marriage contract that's older than she is, she has no choice but to marry Kit DeLuca or risk losing her fingers and toes. He's sexy and alluring and the youngest son of a Mafia family, but what's even worse is that he could care less about love. To him, this is all just a business arrangement. Will their marriage turn into something more? Could it be possible to fall in love after making your vows? Maybe even form a friendship? Or will it end the same way her mother's marriages always do? With a dead husband and a hefty inheritance? ~30,000 words Previously titled Forced to Marry the Mafia's Son
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And he rewarded me - with his mouth. It found the underside of my bra, dragging along the lace with unbearable slowness. His lips brushed the fabric, then parted. He sucked lightly, through it, eyes still locked on mine. My back arched off the bed with a sound I didn't recognize - part gasp, part moan, part plea. "Fuck," he growled against me, voice shaking now too. "You drive me insane." His hand gripped my waist, thumb brushing the sensitive dip between rib and hip, holding me steady as his mouth continued its path - tasting, teasing, retracing places he'd already kissed like he wasn't finished with them. Golden light poured over his shoulders, bathing him in fire. The muscles in his back flexed with every movement - tight, tense, like he was restraining himself from going too far, too fast. His skin glistened with a faint sheen, each dip and ridge of his body cut in gold and shadow. He looked otherworldly. Feral. Controlled chaos wrapped in a perfect body. And still, his hands were gentle. His touch was reverent. His mouth... devastating. _____________________________ Alani, a young, beautiful woman, has been abused her whole life by her father. In a cruel twist of fate, she is sold to a mafia boss after her father refuses to keep her any longer. Atlas, a 29-year-old man- cold and ruthless mafia boss. His mother and father have given him no choice but to find a women and wed her. When a man who forgets to pay Atlas back, offers to give his daughter to Atlas for marriage. Their connection is something out of this world, their souls bound in a way that they're perfect for each other. The only obstacle separating them is their fear. Will they take the leap towards true love, or will they forever be apart? Only time can answer this question, but their hearts yearn for each other so strongly.

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