The Mafia Devil's Vow.

...his tongue teased my clit in lazy circles at first, then faster and firmer, until her hips were lifting off the couch. Refeal stroked my clit with his index finger and drove his tongue into her hole.
"Oh, fuck it," I moaned, and he began to tongue-fuck me with his fingers more and more.
A soft whimper escaped her lips....

I was nineteen when death walked into my father's funeral and claimed me as his bride.
Rafael Moretti is the heir to the Moretti mafia dynasty. They call him The Butcher of Milan, a man who leaves no enemies breathing. When my father, Don Salvatore De Luca, was gunned down in cold blood, I was promised to Rafael as the price of peace between two empires built on blood.
He didn't kiss me at the altar. He didn't smile. He whispered instead, "You belong to me now."
I expected pain, hate but I never expected his touch to set my skin on fire. Rafael doesn't take what's his, he makes it surrender. I swore I would never fall for a monster, but I didn't know monsters could worship, too. He devours me in the dark, marks me in ways I can't undo, and breaks me without ever raising a hand.
Then I found the journal, the one my father hid from everyone.
And the truth inside it? It shattered everything. Rafael didn't kill him. But someone very close to both of us did and now, they want me dead too.
Rafael says he'll protect me. He says no one will touch what's his. But I'm carrying a secret that could bring his empire crashing down. One that will bind us forever... or destroy us both.
I gave my body to a man I thought was my enemy and now I might have to give him my heart.
But when the truth finally comes out, will he still want to keep me?