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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 · Urbain
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Are You Ready

The both of them pulled away from the kiss once more to catch their breath and this time, their eyes met as if communicating telepathically their need. There was no need for words, they both wanted this and damn consequences.

Their lips met again and this time, Victor released a guttural sound as he pressed deeper into the kiss, a flush that was far from embarrassment coating her cheeks. Mimi loved a man being in control, but just a little, she was not a doll for decoration.

She slipped her tongue into his mouth kissing him with a feverish urgency and he pressed further into her as if he couldn't wait for their bodies to be melded together. 

While her hand dug into his scalp, clutching a fistful of his hair enough to cause him pain, his hand already slipped up her skirt, tugging her panties to the side, and plunged a finger inside of her and she gasped from the sensation.