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Taken By The Mafia Lord

[Completed] Nemesis!  If Arianna had known that irritating man would change her life in the worst way possible, perhaps she would have poisoned his coffee the first day they met. Arianna who was tricked and about to be married off to a Loan shark by her uncle's family, finally found a way to escape. However, that was all ruined when Marcel, the feared lord of the underworld captured her. The one thing she desired the most - her freedom - was taken from her. Marcel prided on the fact that he was well feared, respected, and revered in the city. His name caved terror in the hearts of people, however, his reputation is put to test when a familiar stranger relieved him of his property right under his nose. Anger simmers in his veins as he goes on a manhunt against the pickpocket who robbed him. When he gets Arianna, Marcel is sure to show her that nobody steals from Marcel Luciano and goes scot-free. On the other hand, Arianna loathes him so much and would do everything to escape that crazy Mafia. Unfortunately, what if she ends up stealing his heart as well. Read to find out. ~~~~~ "You're a monster, Marcel," "Don't monsters deserve to be loved too?" *Note - this book has strong sexual themes, strong language, violence, and gore. It would leave you on the edge and get you screaming for more. So if you can't handle the burn, drop it without abusing me in the comment box (I won't take it lightly if it does happen). If you can handle the burn, then welcome to the Mafia world!

Glimmy · Urban
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918 Chs

Jesus Is Not Here

Time stopped for only a moment because the next thing Arianna knew, Marcel pinned her to the wall and he was devouring her lips, the kiss so brutal and demanding that she was heaving heavily when she finally came up for air. 

His erection pressing into her guts, he growled against her lips, "I'm going to fuck you thoroughly," He promised her. 

Does anyone ever get fucked thoroughly? Arianna didn't know but she had a feeling that she was about to find out. 

He kissed her once more but this time it was less brutal while she tore at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to get her hands on his bare skin. She can't be the only bare here and as soon as his shirt was off, she kissed his small, pink nipples and Marcel groaned, his arms around her waist tightening to the point it was bruising.