Every Mafia's Favorite Girl
What happens when the deadliest woman alive doesn't know she's dangerous?
Aren died a mercenary and woke up a spoiled socialite — reborn into a city of crime lords, blood debts, and fear.
She doesn't understand romance.
She doesn't understand subtlety.
She understands exactly how to disarm twelve men before her tea gets cold.
Now four of the most powerful, possessive men in the underworld are competing for her heart, each certain she belongs to him.
Aren just wants to bake, keep her dog safe, and figure out what "falling in love" is supposed to feel like.
Innocent by accident.
Lethal by instinct.
Impossible to resist.
The kings of the underworld thought they found a pawn.
Now watch her bring them to their knees.
─── EXCERPT ───
[Warning: Mature Content]
"Aren."
Caio looked up at her.
"You can touch my hair if you want."
Aren hesitated only briefly.
For a long time, she had wanted to touch his hair, curious about the softness of those dark strands.
Tentatively, she threaded her fingers through it. The moment he sucked more firmly at her nipple, those small fingers tightened before she could stop herself.
Every gentle tug sent a jolt straight through Caio, making his cock twitch painfully beneath his trousers.
When her back arched, pressing her more fully into his mouth, the urge to tear away the rest of her clothes and abandon every ounce of restraint surged through him so violently he had to stop and breathe through it.
Gradually, he worked his way upward, trailing warm kisses along her neck before lightly sucking at the sensitive skin below her ear.
Aren noticed the shift immediately. He was retreating, pulling away from the relentless attention he had been lavishing on her breasts.
"Caio?" she asked softly.
Caio didn't answer right away.
He grazed his teeth along the line of her jaw, delivering a slow, maddening tease.
"I'm sorry," he murmured against her skin. "If I keep going... I don't think I'll be able to hold myself back."
Aren blinked.
"Hold yourself back?"
"I'm supposed to take things slow with you," he forced out. "The way this is going... I..."
He couldn't bring himself to finish.
The rest remained trapped behind his teeth.
'I'm going to tear the rest of your clothes off and bend you over and tie you up against the bed frame and fuck you until you can't walk properly anymore, and then I'm going to spend the rest of my life regretting that I rushed you.'
There was no world in which he could say those thoughts aloud.
KikiYuyume · Urban
KikiYuyume12h agoAntwortet auf MSchinder