Emiliano's Mafia princess

Prologue

I was assigned to kill her.

That was the deal. But somehow, Giuliana had found a way to quench the thirst for blood in my veins. 

Donatello Morano, handed me the contract with his hands, his whisky glass gleaming under the florescent light, a deadly look resting on his face. I had signed the contract with no hesitation, promising to bring back his daughter, dead.

Marry his daughters, make her believe in love, and ruin her to the point of no return.

That was what I was best at.

But I guess there's always a first time for everything. 

Giuliana made me a failure for the first time.

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Her skin gleamed under the dim light, her naked thighs brought a rush of blood to my groins. 

I hissed under my breath as I caught her arm, smashing her body on mine.

F*ck! Those doe eyes. They did things to my brain and cock.

“Emiliano…” she whispered, her voice smooth as silk, they dripped with poisonous honey.

“What do you think you're doing?” My voice sounded hoarse compared to her angelic one. 

She fluttered her eyelids, a deep pink color spreading on her face. Her innocence was only a pretense, but hell if that pretense didn't turn my cock to a hard rock.

I felt the precum already dripping down the head dick. I was so gone for this girl.

“I'm only getting ready for bed. Or is there a rule that I have to sleep with a shirt on?” Her voice wasn't defensive. She was merely curious. 

But I didn't miss the wicked glint in her eyes.

“I want you to sleep with your night shirt on, just like you've done every other night,” I said instead of grabbing her and f**king her from behind.

Her eyes widened a little before she bit her lip and nodded. “Okay,” she obeyed.

She released her arms from mine, and walked towards the bed. But just as she got to the foot of the bed, she dragged her hands towards her ass, and pulled down her thong in a slow move.

She continued to the bed, like she hadn't just pulled the only thing covering her fresh pussy from me. 

I cursed under my breath, as I dragged myself towards her, grabbing her before she could land on the bed.

“You want me to fu*k you, don't you?” I hissed into her face.

Her expression remained impassive. “I just want to sleep comfortably, Emiliano,” she said, my name rolling out of her lips like a symphony of sins.

“Like hell you do.”

I grabbed her neck in my large hands, before slamming her to the wall gently, but enough to pin her down. My other hand went under her shirt, ignoring the naked, wet flesh that was pulsing for my attention.

I grabbed her perky boobs, a moan fighting it's way out of her lips immediately. My hands immediately found her hard, pointed nipples. I pressed it between my fingers, eliciting