"New rule," he growls, rubbing the tip of his cock against my pussy. "From now on, you call me Daddy no matter what. You understand me?"

I nod as much as his grip around my neck will allow, my pulse hammering against his palm. 

"Yes, Daddy." I obey.

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Valentino, Raffaele, and Angelo, are the princes of Le Vipere Nere—the most feared Mafia family in Italy. 

I was just a stripper when Valentino first laid eyes on me. To him, I was supposed to be a fleeting distraction meant for nothing more than a night of passion and sin. 

But we became so much more. 

At first I was tangled only in his sheets until his brothers wanted a taste of me. 

Once they decided I was theirs, there was no escaping. Now I’m trapped between three Mafia heirs who don’t know how to share. 

They claim me. Worship me. And fuck me until I forget my own name. They make me crave the pain as much as the pleasure. They make me theirs—body, mind, and soul.

But the truth is I’m living a lie, and when they discover my secret, this game of lust and obsession might end in blood.

Welcome to a story of sin, power, and forbidden desire—where love and hate are separated by nothing more than a single heartbeat.

I should've known. I should've fucking known from the start that that bitch was lying to my face. The moment I caught her at my office door, wearing practically nothing, my instincts screamed to end it then and there. But no—I let myself fall for it. I actually thought she came to see me. Thought she wanted me. Christ, I'm a such fucking idiot. 


I'm supposed to be smarter than this. Smarter than letting my urges take control.


And yet here I am, thinking about her. About the flashdrive she risked her neck for. Valentino definitely sent her. There's no other explanation. But what the fuck is on that thing? Something that required her to crawl through the fire just to grab it?


Chapter 48 - Traces of Her Scent (R18+)