The Mafia King’s Stolen Fiancee (Deluca Crime Family – South #1) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Mafia, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Deluca Crime Family - South Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
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“Oh, fuck, cara! That’s it, take my big dick. Love feeling your little pussy stretching around me. You’re gonna be sore as fuck tomorrow, and it will turn me the hell on to know that you feel me every time you move.”

His filthy works sent another small wave through my body, and I throbbed around his shaft. “Yes, baby! Oh shit! Fuck!”

He slammed in all the way and anchored every inch of his dick inside my tight channel, roaring his release as hot come splashed against my inner walls.

His body was tense and shaking as he emptied inside me, but once he was drained, he collapsed in a boneless heap. Although he quickly rolled us over so he wasn’t crushing me.

“Fuck, cara,” he muttered. “I always knew I’d never get to heaven, but being buried in your pussy has given me a glimpse of it.”

10

RAFFAELE

The past two days would have been absolutely perfect if I hadn’t had the dark cloud of the Chet situation hanging over us.

Hopefully, Vivienne hadn’t picked up on the tension. Although, I knew I’d almost given it away the other night when Chet had called and basically attempted to buy Vivienne from me. He’d offered things that turned my stomach, and I filed them away to use against him later. I’d told him to go fuck himself and that he didn’t deserve Vivienne before hanging up on him.

After three days of holding back from Vivienne, then that call making me tense with rage, my control had nearly snapped. So, when my angel asked me to fuck her, I didn’t waste a second getting inside her.

And damn…she’d been more amazing than I ever could have imagined. I knew I’d probably been too rough, especially for her first time, but I’d been obsessed with the idea of her feeling me stretching her long after I was no longer inside her.

I’d wanted to beat my chest like a fucking Neanderthal the next day when she winced getting out of bed. However, when I commented that I might have been too rough, she blushed hard and told me it had been perfect and she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

If I hadn’t already been in love with her, I’d have fallen headfirst at that moment. Vivienne was fucking perfect for me.

I was even more determined to keep her. It probably made me a complete bastard, but when I realized I’d taken her without protection, the thought that a baby would tie her to me permanently lodged in my brain. As did the hot-as-fuck image of her slender belly round and swollen with my baby.

When she didn’t bring the possibility of getting pregnant up, I knew I should have brought it to her attention. Being a virgin, there was a higher chance that she wasn’t on birth control. Instead, I spent the last two days filling her with my come and willing it to take root.

Vivienne sighed in her sleep and snuggled deeper into my embrace. Her soft, naked body had my dick stirring, but I mentally yelled at it to back the hell off. She was exhausted from our marathon fucking and needed a good rest. Eat, fuck, nap, repeat had pretty much been our routine for the past two days.

I tried not to dwell on the fact that this couldn’t last forever. Although, I’d had a healthy dose of reality the morning after we first slept together. I’d run a bath for Vivienne, then stepped out and finally called the boss.

Nic hadn’t been very pleased that I’d waited so long to tell him what was happening, but he’d also understood. He’d told me to take a couple more days with Vivienne while he began moving our plans into place.

It was moments like that when I knew people outside the Family would never understand how deep our loyalties ran. Not everyone was blood, but when you joined the Family, you were family and almost nothing came before that.

It reminded me of how my cousin Matteo had described the ties that bound the brotherhood of a motorcycle club. There was one major difference, though, that Matteo viewed negatively when he really should have seen how it could be an asset.

Once you were in the Family, the only way you left was in a box. Now, whether that meant you simply died or you were nudged along as a punishment…the result was the same.

And when Matteo patched with the Hounds of Hellfire, an alliance was forged. King and Blaze—his VP—were well aware of that, but we all chose to let Matteo live in ignorance if that was what he chose. However, we’d always be there to back him up if he ever needed us.

My thoughts were turning heavy, and I wasn’t ready for that yet, so I tightened my arms around Vivienne and shoved my nose into her silky hair.


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