Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir (eBook)

Tame A Silver Fox

Yubson Max (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
321 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-080589-8 (ISBN)

Infos

In the shadowy underbelly of Chicago, where loyalty is currency and power is everything, 18-year-old Kylie Santos finds herself at the center of a dangerous game she never asked to play.

What happens when duty collides with desire? When the price of family loyalty is your own heart?

Born into the notorious Santos crime family, Kylie has always known her life would be different. But nothing could have prepared her for the bombshell her father drops one fateful evening. As rival gangs close in, threatening to destroy everything the Santos family has built over generations, Kylie learns that she is to be the linchpin in a desperate plan for survival.

'You will marry his oldest son, Lysander,' her father declares, his voice as cold and unyielding as steel. In an instant, Kylie's world shatters. She's to be wed to Lysander Vincenzo, heir to the New York Familia-their longtime enemies turned reluctant allies. But can decades of bloodshed and mistrust truly be erased by a single union?

Suddenly, Kylie is thrust into a world of high-stakes politics and deadly power plays. Every move she makes could tip the delicate balance between peace and all-out war. As she navigates this treacherous new reality, Kylie must grapple with her own desires and ambitions. Can she sacrifice her dreams for the greater good of her family? Or will she find a way to forge her own path amidst the chaos?

But Lysander Vincenzo is no mere pawn in this game of chess. Rumored to be as ruthless as he is handsome, he harbors his own secrets and ambitions. As Kylie and Lysander circle each other warily, an unexpected spark ignites between them. Could their arranged union blossom into something real? Or will the weight of family expectations and old grudges snuff out any chance at true love?

Book 2 of the series

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Chapter57: Intimate And Lustful Moments

I woke up on Lysander’s chest, it’s morning in New York the skyline pitched in grey. I felt heat reach my blossoms, drawing it's source to his body part I had slid to during the ravenous night. My breast was pressed hard to his hot skin with his stuff length against my legs even now. I lifted my head trying to peer at the lion of my night, Lysander. His eyes were closed, so peaceful in sleep, it was hard to belief that the same face had harbored so much violence and darkness last night.

 

Feeling curious I tried checking up the dragon that rocked my clits, never seen an erection before but I'm worried of waking Lysander for it. After his utterances last night, I really didn’t want to risk him losing control. Pushing myself to peek over my shoulder at Lysander’s boner, but the position I found myself only makes it so that I have to break my bones to even try.

 

A sudden buzz from the nightstand got me attracted as Lysander sat up so fast I squeaked in response. He pulled me in having one arm steady round my waist, as he reaches for his phone with the other. But the shift of place placed me in a pretty precarious  position as I had slide down his body and with his erection between my legs, its length pressed up against my core. With me almost riding it, as my core swept it like broom. Never been more glad to have my underwear on even with it's wet texture.

 

I stiffened up and so did Lysander, the mobile was already matched with his ears. I tried moving to a less problematic spot but that only made matter worse, as the wetness of my underwear  rubbed his cock. Now regretting my water dripping so much on it before. He groaned and I froze.

 

Lysander’s eyes blazed in fiery lust as his grips on my waist tightened.

 

“I’m fine Dorian,” he rasped. “I’m fucking fine. Ok and no. I can handle this. I don’t need to see the Doc. Now let me doze off.” Lysander hung up, placed the phone back on the nightstand and stared at me. I went stiff and froze like a block of wood he could have me role play as a bench to rock his ass… or my ass.

 

I got the nasty thoughts off my head.

 

I saw him sink slowly with a finesse only lots of sit-ups could have you gain. I kept my sitting position, lunging his hips in, but quickly draped one arm in front of my breasts. Now that he was laid back, his erection wasn't teasing me any longer. Gathering my courage, I drew my legs on his hips, accidentally caressing  Lysander’s boner.

 

“Fuck,” Lysander growled, jerking beneath me. I had to stifle a smile. I knelt beside him, my arm still covering my breasts and then I allowed myself to look. Wow! I had nothing to compare him to, but I couldn’t imagine it could be any bigger. It was long and thick, and circumcised. Ava had won her stupid bet.

 

“You’re going to be the death of me, Kylie,” Lysander said in a low voice.

 

I turned, embarrassed. I’d been staring. There was hunger on Lysander’s face when I met his eyes. One of his hands rested on his stomach, the other was thrown over his head. His abs were taut with tension, actually every inch of his body seemed that way. Suddenly I was overcome with shyness. Why had I thought it was a good idea to take a look at him? I risked another peek.

 

“If you keep looking at my cock with that stunned expression, I’m going to combust.” Lysander said.

 

“I’m sorry if my expression bothers you, but this is new for me. I’ve never seen a naked man. Every first I’ll experience will be with you, so.” Kylie responded.

 

Lysander sat up. His voice dropped an octave. “It doesn

’t bother me. It’s fucking hot, and I’ll enjoy every first you’ll share with me.” He stroked my cheek. “You don’t even realize how much you turn me on.”

 

With him sitting, our faces were close and Lysander pulled me in for a kiss. I pressed my palm against his shoulder, then slowly ran it down his chest to his stomach. Lysander paused kissing me. “Last night you asked me if I wanted you to touch me.”

 

“Yeah,” I said, my breath catching. “Do you want me to touch you now?”

 

The fire in his eyes darkened. “Fuck yes. More than anything.” He reached out for my arm pressed against my breasts. “Let me see you.” He curled his fingers around my wrist but didn’t pull. I hesitated. He’d seen them yesterday, but now I felt more exposed. Slowly I eased my arm down. I sat very still as Lysander’s eyes roamed over me. “I know they’re not big.”

 

“You’re fucking beautiful, Kylie.”

 

I didn’t know what to say.

 

“Do you want to touch me now?” he said in a low voice.

 

I nodded and licked my lips. I glanced down, then tentatively reached out and ran my finger over his length. He felt soft, hot and firm. Lysander let out a harsh breath, the muscles in his arms straining from holding himself up. I brushed the tip, marveling at how soft he was. Lysander gritted his teeth.

 

I felt a strange sense of power over him as I ran my fingertips up and down slowly, fascinated by his silkiness.

 

Lysander quivered under my touch. “Take me in your hand,” he said in a low voice.

 

I wrapped my fingers around his shaft lightly, worried about hurting him. I moved my hand down, then up, surprised at how heavy he felt in my palm. Lysander laid back. I knew he was watching me but I couldn’t meet his gaze, too mortified by my own courage.

 

“You can grip harder,” he said after a few more of my tentative strokes.

 

I tightened my fingers.

 

“Harder! It won’t fall off.”

 

I flushed and turned away, dropping my hand. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” God, this was embarrassing. I couldn’t even do this. Maybe Lysander should really go back to his whore, Grace. She knew what to do.

 

“Hey,” Lysander said calmly, pulling me against him. “I was teasing you. It’s okay.” He kissed me. His mouth moved against mine, unyielding but gentle, and his hand snaked down my arm, my hip and over the curve of my butt until his finger slipped between my legs and grazed over my folds. He slid back and forth lightly before slipping the tip of his finger under my panties. I held my breath at the feel of him against my bare skin. He dipped between my folds, then slid up to my clit, coating it with my wetness. I moaned against his lips before slipping my tongue into his mouth to dance with his. Pleasure swept through me as he twirled his finger over my sensitive nub.

 

He tore his mouth away from mine, his eyes boring into me. “Want to try again?” he rasped with a nod toward his hard length.

 

His finger flicked over me again and I gasped, barely able to think straight, much less form a coherent sentence. My body ached with a need I’d never felt before. I slid my hand down his muscled torso, following the fine trail of dark hair to his erection. I curled my hand around it and it jumped under my touch.

 

Lysander’s fingers slid faster against my wet flesh. His steady caresses made me pant, but I was far too gone to care. Lysander covered my hand around his length with his, showing me how hard to grip him. Then he moved our hands up and down his shaft. I watched in fascination. We moved faster and harder than I would have dared.

 

Lysander’s fingers between my folds, rubbed me faster too, until I could barely breath and my pulse pounded in my veins. I was about to topple over the edge.

 

“Lysander,” I gasped and he flicked my clit, sending me spiraling out of control. Spasms shot through my body as I moaned. My hand pumped Lysander’s length even faster and with a guttural growl Lysander’s release washed over him. I shivered against him as I watched him come over our hands and his stomach. My nipples were hard and rubbed against his chest, sending ripples of pleasure through me. His erection throbbing in my palm, it softened slowly. Lysander pulled his fingers out from beneath my panties and rested them on my butt.

 

I closed my eyes, listening to the thundering of his heart. Lysander kissed the top of my head, startling me with the loving gesture. My heart burst with new hope. Gradually our breathing slowed. Lysander reached out for a tissue box on the nightstand and handed me a tissue, before wiping himself clean. I felt self-conscious as I cleaned his sperm from my hand. I couldn’t believe I’d touched him like that. I was still sensitive between my legs and yet I wanted to feel his fingers again. Was it wrong that I enjoyed Lysander’s touch so much?

 

He was my husband, but still. My mother had always treated sex like something only men desired. Women simply did their duty. Lysander rubbed my arm and I decided not to think about it too much. I’d do what felt right. I released a small breath, but then my eyes focused on the cut below Lysander’s ribs. Blood was trickling from it.

 

I sat up. “You’re bleeding.” I’d forgotten all about it. “Does it hurt?”

 

Lysander looked utterly relaxed. He cast his gaze down to his wound. “Not much. It’s nothing. I’m used to it.”

 

I touched the skin below the cut. “It needs stitches. What if it gets infected?”

 

“Maybe you’ll get lucky and become a young widow.” He said.

 

I glared. “That’s not funny.” Not after what we’d...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 21.5.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-080589-0 / 0000805890
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-080589-8 / 9780000805898