Dark Mafia Discreet Paperback Bundle

Dark Mafia Discreet Paperback BundleThis bundle is NOT AVAILABLE ANYWHERE ELSE! "Were you flirting with him?" Just the thought of her smiling at another man made me want to tear apart every room in this house, piece by piece. "Let go of my arm." "Tell me what happened," I insisted. "Why?" she cried. Her eyes blazed with anger behind the fake blue. "So you can blame me because that dude can't keep his dick in his pants? Fuck that." I yanked her toward me, and she stumbled, landing hard

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"Were you flirting with him?" Just the thought of her smiling at another man made me want to tear apart every room in this house, piece by piece.

"Let go of my arm."

"Tell me what happened," I insisted.

"Why?" she cried. Her eyes blazed with anger behind the fake blue. "So you can blame me because that dude can't keep his dick in his pants? Fuck that."

I yanked her toward me, and she stumbled, landing hard against my chest. My own dick was swollen and hard. I needed to be inside of her. To claim her. Make her remember just who the fuck she belonged to. The urge was overwhelming, even though I knew it made no sense. Wrapping my fist in her hair, I pulled her head back until she had to look down her nose to see me. "You are mine, Veda," I told her quietly, using her proper name. "It would do you well to remember that."

She glared up at me. "So someone in your family attacks me when I'm just trying to pee, and it's my fault? Is the dress you picked out for me too slutty? Is that it? Maybe the heels you insisted I wear are too high? Hair too blonde? Too much makeup?"

My anger was misplaced. I knew this. But I couldn't contain it. I was angry at my cousin, not at her. And I was angry at myself for giving a shit.

Madness rose inside of me, screaming for release. And since it would be hours until I was home to take it out on my punching bag, that left the woman standing in front of me.

My woman. 

With my hand still tangled in her hair, I marched her over to the side of the building where we'd be hidden from prying eyes. She didn't whine. She didn't cry out. She just stomped on over there. Her body tense. Ready to give back as good as she got.

Around us, the night was dark, with only the slightest bit of light coming from a window in the kitchen, a structure that had been added on as a separate piece to the side of the house, and the occasional headlights from a passing car. With the property being on a slight rise from the road and surrounded by trees, no one would see us here. But Enzo would be able to hear me if I needed him.

I leaned into her, pressing her back against the siding with the weight of my body. "Do you feel what you do to me, vita?" My life. The word slipped out with barely any notice from me. "Do you feel how crazy you make me?" With my hand in her hair to hold her still, she could only press her palm against my chest in a feeble effort to keep me off of her, the bloody napkin still fisted in the other, her eyes staring at nothing over my shoulder. A roar of laughter came from inside the restaurant. But it was muffled by the thick, stone walls, and not loud enough to hide her sharp breaths.

"I did nothing wrong," she bit out.

"Did he kiss you? Hmm?" I nipped at her lips as she tried to tighten them against me. "Did he stick his tongue down your fucking throat?" I licked the seam of her mouth.

She wouldn't look at me. Wouldn't open for me.

"Did you fucking like it?"

Her eyes shot to mine, and I saw a fury there that rivaled my own. I wanted to rip out those fake contacts and watch the storm brew, and barely contained myself from doing it.

Instead, I tightened my grip on her hair until she winced. "Tell me what he fucking did to you."

"It doesn't matter."

Touching my forehead to hers, I took a deep breath. "But it does, amore. It does fucking matter."

"Not to me," she said.

"No?" I asked her.

She tried to shake her head, but my grip was too tight. So she repeated, "No."

With a growl, I lowered my head and caught her mouth with mine, biting her lips until she succumbed to my kiss. Opening her hand, she let the napkin fall to the ground to grip my shirt with both hands, and I felt the struggle inside of her. "Kiss me, vita," I begged against her mouth. "Kiss me, amore."

Included in this bundle:

You'll get three complete trilogies featuring morally black mafia men!

• His Obsession Trilogy
  • His Game
  • His Stakes
  • His Win
• His Possession Trilogy
  
  • His Promise
  • His Rejection
  • His Proposal
• His Confession Trilogy
  • His Darkness
  • His Deception
  • His Destiny

What readers are saying: 

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ " I found myself totally consumed by this dark and decadent tale of revenge and obsession. Luca and Veda's story grabbed and held me in a wickedly vicious grip as the lush combination of action, drama, emotion, twists, heat, tension, danger and intensity stole my breath and had my pulse racing." ~Aunt G.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Dangerously sexy read!" ~Amazon Reviewer

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ " Holy smokes!!! Where do I even begin??! This was one heck of a ride! I absolutely could not put this down it was so good. I didn't know whether to love or hate Luca and towards the end it was the latter for me" ~Amazon Reviewer