A Bride for the Mafia Lord (eBook)

An Enemies-to-Lovers Forced-Marriage Story

Nooriva (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
258 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-111123-3 (ISBN)

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'Victoria, do you take Vincenzo to be your lawfully wedded husband?' the priest asked.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak.
'I do,' I whispered, barely audible.
Then the priest turned to Vincenzo.
Without a flicker of emotion, he answered, 'I do.'
'You may now kiss the bride.'
Vincenzo stepped closer and lifted my veil. His icy eyes locked onto mine, and just before his lips touched mine, he murmured in a low, chilling voice meant only for me:
'I don't care how much my family paid you to ruin my life, but I'll make sure you regret ever stepping foot here.'
Victoria Washington was already shattered-betrayed by the man she loved, dumped the day before his wedding... to her sister. Humiliated and mocked, she thought life had dealt her its final blow.
But fate had other plans.
She's broken. He's lost.
She's full of fear. He's the monster everyone warns her about.
And yet, somehow... he becomes her light, even while drowning in his own darkness.
Vincenzo Dante is determined to drag his family's name through the mud after they forced him into a marriage he never wanted. But what he doesn't realize is that his new wife is stronger than she appears-too wounded to shatter, too resilient to bend beneath his cruelty.
As unexpected feelings begin to bloom and long-buried secrets rise to the surface, they're forced to confront one question:
When love grows in the shadows, what happens when the truth finally steps into the light?
Book 2/ 3 in the Opposite Attract Mafia Romance Series.

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Chapter     49

Victoria Bella Washington;

 

 

 I heard the distinctive sound of plastic being torn. A small part of me wondered if he had planned this all along or if condoms were just a staple in his office. But those thoughts could wait. Right now, I needed to savor the electrifying moment unfolding before me.

 

 

 Without warning, a single finger slid into me, causing a sharp hiss to escape my lips. The intrusion was sudden, and yet it only heightened the anticipation. I was already soaking wet, but feeling him inside me was something else entirely. He teased, moving slowly, his finger exploring me with deliberate care. Just when I thought I might lose my mind, he added a second finger, stretching me further. I groaned in frustration----his pace was maddeningly slow.

 

 

 "Come on, Tiger. Is that all you've got? You can do better than that," I growled, grinding down on his hand to force him to move faster.

 

 

 He chuckled darkly, gripping my hair firmly at the base of my neck. The pull sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through me. Before I could register what was happening, he thrust into me with no warning. His thick cock filled me completely in one smooth motion, stealing the air from my lungs.

 

 

 "Vincenzo!" I screamed, my voice a mix of shock and overwhelming pleasure. He didn't respond with words; instead, he grunted, his hands firmly gripping my hips as he began to move. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as he pounded into me with unrelenting force.

 

 

 The air--conditioned room was cool, but the heat between us was unbearable. My dress had been pushed up to my waist, and my panties were shoved aside like an afterthought. The cold air brushed against my exposed skin, intensifying every sensation. His balls slapped against me with each thrust, a rhythmic reminder of how deeply he claimed me.

 

 

 He pulled out suddenly, flipping me around to face him. My dress fell to the floor in a heap, and with one swift motion, he unhooked my bra. His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples until they hardened under his touch. The sensation was almost too much, but he wasn't done.

 

 

 "These deserve attention too," he murmured, his voice low and guttural. He latched onto one nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. I cried out, the mix of pain and pleasure making me dizzy. His other hand kneaded my breast, his fingers pinching and twisting just enough to leave me gasping.

 

 

 When he bent me back over the desk, his mouth never left my skin. He kissed, bit, and sucked his way down my body as he spread my legs wider. With no warning, he plunged back into me, his cock finding its home once more. His thrusts were merciless, each one sending shockwaves through my body.

 

 

 "Yes, Tiger! Harder! Please, fuck me harder!" I screamed, my nails clawing at the desk as I struggled to hold myself up.

 

 

 My plea seemed to spur him on. He adjusted his angle, and when he hit my G--spot, I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me, leaving me trembling and breathless. My legs shook, barely able to support me, but Vincenzo wasn't done. He pulled out again, dropping to his knees.

 

 

 I barely had time to catch my breath before his tongue was on me. He spread my legs further, resting them on his shoulders as he tasted me. His tongue flicked over my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my overstimulated body. He licked and sucked with expert precision, drinking in every drop of my release.

 

 

 "Vincenzo, I can't----" I tried to protest, but he silenced me with a deep groan against my core. The vibrations sent me over the edge again, and I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair as I rode the wave of my second orgasm.

 

 

 When I finally managed to lift my head, he was staring up at me with a devilish grin. "You're not done yet, Little Mouse," he said, his voice dripping with authority. "You can take more."

 

 

 Before I could respond, he stood, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to the adjoining bathroom. He set me down gently but didn't let go. "Use the restroom," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

 

 

 "What? Are you serious?" I asked, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "You can't be----"

 

 

 "I want to see you," he interrupted, his eyes dark and filled with something primal.

 

 

 "You're insane," I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest. But the intensity in his gaze made it clear he wasn't backing down. Swallowing my pride, I did as he asked, my movements slow and hesitant.

 

 

 When I finished, he smirked, his approval evident. "Good girl," he said, taking my hand and pulling me close. His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered, "I'm never ashamed of you. I want all of you----every side, every moment. You're mine, Little Mouse. Always."

 

 

 His words sent shivers down my spine. He lifted me again, carrying me back to the desk. Clearing the surface with one sweep of his arm, he laid me down, his body covering mine.

 

 

 "This office will never be the same," he murmured, positioning himself at my entrance. "We're just getting started."

 

 

 

 As Vincenzo thrust into me again, his lips hovered over mine, teasing but not kissing. His breath was warm against my skin, his control maddeningly precise.

 

 

 "Tell me, Little Mouse," he rasped, his deep voice making my stomach flip. "Who owns this pretty body of yours?"

 

 

 "You do," I gasped, gripping his shoulders as his cock filled me completely.

 

 

 He slowed his movements, a dangerous smirk spreading across his face. "Say it like you mean it. I want to hear you scream it."

 

 

 I swallowed hard, the tension in the room building as his hips stilled entirely, his cock buried deep inside me but refusing to move. "You do!" I cried out, desperate for him to keep going. "You own me, Vincenzo!"

 

 

 His smirk widened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "Good girl," he murmured before slamming into me so hard the desk creaked beneath us.

 

 

 "Fuck, Vincenzo!" I screamed, digging my nails into his back as pleasure shot through me.

 

 

 His hand wrapped around my throat, not to hurt, but to remind me of who was in charge. "That mouth of yours," he growled, his hips snapping against mine. "Always so defiant, but look at you now. You're begging for me, aren't you?"

 

 

 "Yes!" I panted, arching my back as he hit that perfect spot over and over. "I need you. Please don't stop."

 

 

 He chuckled darkly, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips. "Don't stop? Oh, Little Mouse, I'm just getting started."

 

 

 He pulled out suddenly, leaving me aching and empty. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips firmly. "You think you can tease me? Walk into my office in that tight little dress, knowing exactly what it does to me?"

 

 

 "I didn't----"

 

 

 "Don't lie to me," he cut me off, delivering a sharp slap to my ass. The sting was brief but sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.

 

 

 "I wasn't trying to tease," I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper.

 

 

 "Then why aren't you wearing panties?" he asked, his tone smug as his fingers slid down to confirm his suspicion.

 

 

 I bit my lip, unable to come up with an excuse. "Maybe I was hoping you'd notice."

 

 

 He let out a low growl, his cock pressing against my entrance. "You're playing a dangerous game, Little Mouse."

 

 

 "And what if I like danger?" I shot back, looking at him over my shoulder with a defiant smirk.

 

 

 That was all it took. With one swift motion, he thrust back into me, making me cry out. His pace was brutal, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I was sure they'd leave marks. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "To be fucked so hard you can't walk straight?"

 

 

 "Yes!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the room. "God, yes!"

 

 

 He leaned over me, his lips brushing against my ear. "You're mine, Little Mouse. Say it."

 

 

 "I'm yours!" I cried, my body trembling as I teetered on the edge of another orgasm. "Only yours, Vincenzo!"

 

 

 "That's right," he growled, his teeth grazing my shoulder. "And don't you ever forget it."

 

 

 My release hit me like a tidal wave, my body shuddering as I screamed his name. But Vincenzo didn't stop. He lifted me off the desk, holding me tightly as he carried me to the couch in the corner of his office.

 

 

 "We're not done yet," he said, his voice filled with dark promise.

 

 

 I looked up at him, my body spent but craving more. "You're insatiable," I teased, a tired but playful smile on my lips.

 

 

 He smirked, his thumb brushing over my cheek. "And you wouldn't have it any other way."

 

 

 Lowering...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 28.11.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-111123-X / 000111123X
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-111123-3 / 9780001111233