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The Mafias Dirty Little Slut(18+)

HIGHLY RATED(18+) Author's warnings: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT, ABUSE, ILLEGAL ACTIONS AND DEATH. IF YOU CANT WITHSTAND ANY OF THIS MENTIONED ABOVE, KINDLY PASS BECAUSE IT'S NOT FOR THE WEAK. -------- "There are rules binding this contract, Isabella", Leonardo said to me while staring deeply into my eyes . A shivered ran through my whole body when I heard his cold deep voice. I stared back into his sexy green eyes before I spoke confidentially,"And what's that?". I asked. "Rule number one, you don't touch my body whenever I'm being intimate with you". Say's Leonardo. "Rule number two". I turned to look at Matteo who was laying back on his elbow on the bed with no shirt on and I could tell that he was looking totally hot in that position. I gulped in the lump in my throat when my eyes descended on his well detailed abs. "We can do whatever we want with you and you have no right to object". I felt seriously nervous with the way their eyes were scrutinizing my whole body and it took me enough confident to turn to look at Leonardo. "Is that all?". I asked and then, he brought out a pen and offered it to me. "Sign the contract and be ours". Leonardo said to me but that wasn't what just I wanted, I wanted to be more than a SLUT to them. Meet the Domenico brother's, who kills people for a living. A mafia and the world's greatest nightmare. What happens when a contract of submission is offered to the innocent Miss Isabella Laurenza? Would their relationship turns out to be lust or bloody??? Find out, rated 18+

Babyauthor · Urban
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110 Chs

ISABELLA

"!!" Isabella's phone began to ring incessantly, waking her from her deep sleep. She turned to the other side of the bed, figuring that if she left the phone ringing, it would stop shortly, and it did. She sighed with relief, finding comfort in a good sleep free from the clamorous disturbances from her phone.

"!!!" Her phone rang again, and this time Isabella became extremely furious. She wondered who it was that wouldn't stop calling. 'It better not to be Bianca,' was her first thought before turning with drowsy eyes and reaching for her phone.

Without checking her phone to see who the caller was, she swiped her thumb across the phone screen and answered the call before placing it against her ear. "Who is this? What do you want?" Isabella asked in a hoarse voice, still feeling sleepy.

"Aside from fucking, what other skills are you good at, you slut?" He inquired angrily, his voice so deep and frigid that it jolted Isabella out of her slumber and into a sitting position.