Bell'Angelo -A Mafia Romance

Bell'Angelo -A Mafia Romance

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Emilia Rodriguez grew up in the life of the Spanish Mafia with her family to support her but what happens when Axel Antonelli, the heir to the Italian Mafia and Emilia are thrown into an arranged marriage that was planned their whole lives, with no one telling them. ..... "Emilia, you listen to me, don't ever let any other man touch you like that." I said to her with a strong tone, but I had slight smirk at her expression. "Fine as long as you keep your hands off other women." I smirked at her trying to hide her jealous tone and envious look. "Okay, principessa." I held her waist. "I hold you to that, if anyone touches you, in any way you know I wouldn't like, use that pretty little knife you have, that you keep threatening to use on me." My fingers trail across the knife on her inner thigh strapped to her leg and she shivered, as my fingers traced higher and over her panties, she moaned in need, and I stepped away smirking at her annoyed expression.
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Suited for an audience 18 and older. Read at your own discretion. *** "Don't think for a second I don't hate you any less because we're married," I hiss out. Seeing Gabriel's growing smirk only pisses me off more. "If I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to this then I would have ripped that stupid contract up the first chance I got." My sentence trails off when Gabriel takes another step towards me, then another until he's towering over me. I can feel how huge my eyes become when he slams my back to the bathroom door, wrapping his hand around my throat and pressing it to the wood. A gasp escapes me when Gabriel squeezes it, squeezing until I'm panting for every breath. I can already feel my body betraying me, though. My words may be telling him how much I despise him, but my body knows what the truth is and it shows from the growing arousal between my legs. "Don't be so crude, princesa," Gabriel mutters, forcing my head back to stare into his blazing brown eyes. "Let's not forget that we're a happily married couple. So I suggest you walk into that meeting with a smile on your face... Unless you'd rather have them all listen to me fuck the attitude out of you instead." ***

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