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The Mafia's Crazy Obsession

"I think you enjoyed at least part of your punishment last night, sweetheart." "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, my eyes still on his hand, on his fingers as they drew small circles that made my toes curl on my exposed, sensitive skin. He moved closer to me, making a small gasp push past my lips as I looked up, our gazes colliding. "Relax. Do you know what the fun part is, Lana? It doesn't always have to be a punishment. It could be something... exciting too. Something you'll most definitely like." - To save her entire family from the Stravkos Mafia - which was the most powerful Mafia family in Tuscany, Italy - Then sixteen-year old Solana Williams agrees to take her sister's place and becomes a sacrificial lamb - becoming Abel Stravkos' wife. Theirs is just a mere marriage of convenience, but now older, wiser and twenty-three, Solana vows revenge for all they did to her family by making Abel's life a living nightmare. Abel Stravkos does not need a wife, but with his cold-hearted father handling the helm of affairs, he's helpless to object. His heart isn't tied to this strange, beautiful, vengeful woman who's been forced down his throat. But the line between love and hate is thin, and Solana's staunch disobedience to his orders fuels his need to control her in every way possible. Driven by revenge, and an undeniable passion sizzling just beneath the surface, it's only a matter of time before their attraction for each other becomes apparent, much to the dismay of his father as well as both internal and external forces trying to pull them apart. Will they ever rise above obstacles lodged in their paths and get their happily-ever-after?

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Solana - Iron Fist

For me, he was worse than the devil.

Abel sat across from me with a huge grin on his face, his brows etched in concentration on the piece of sausage he was quietly chomping on. I tore my bread into halves, spread some jam over the insides, and smashed them together, glaring at him. He was gloating, rubbing my submission on my face.

Ugh.

"I hate you so fucking much. You're nothing but a monster."

I knew my words didn't make any difference, and I hated myself more for letting everything take place. How could I cower before him all of a sudden? How could I have blindly obeyed everything he demanded of me? He'd driven me insane and made me cum five times. Five times, and I'd felt... Damn, what exactly had I felt for him? He'd only made me come. He'd only shown me the thrill of having his tongue on my pussy lips. Everything was purely physical. Every feeling was sexual.