Good For Nothing don In Lae

“Spread those thighs, little one.” His voice was a low growl as his hand closed around her hips. “Y-yes, Daddy,” she gasped, trembling as he dragged her down to his mouth. “Mmmhh… Daddy’s good girl,” he muttered darkly against her slick heat. “From this moment, your body, your screams, your soul—belong to me.” **************************************** He bought her with blood money. He keeps her with chains and silk. She swears she’ll never bend, but in his world of shadows and sin, defiance only feeds his hunger. In Naples, he’s “Il Diavolo”—the devil every man fears. To her, he’s the ruthless savior who dragged her from an auction block straight into hell. And hell has never felt so addictive. Claimed by the Don is a dark mafia romance laced with filthy dominance, dangerous obsession, and a love story sharp enough to cut.

“Take off your clothes, Ms. Hadley,” “What?” Esme's eyes widened, hearing the mafia don, Luka Salvino. Her cruel boss was supposed to punish her for defying his order but here he was horny for her…. again. The devil before her smirked. “You are my personal assistant here, remember?” He spoke out while loosening his collar. His eyes shamelessly roamed all over her body. “So now I need you to assist me with something extremely personal,” he started opening the buttons of his shirt. Esme's heartbeat accelerated because she knew what kind of sinful assistance he was asking from her and how forbidden it was in his office. “Mr. Salvino, we can't…..” “Get here, woman ... ,” the mafia don growled, making her swallow. ……… Luka Salvino, the cruel mafia don, had always gotten what he wanted. Be it money, power, pleasure or anything, but it was until, his eyes fell on his precious new maid and a single mother, Esme Hadley, who gave him the taste of defiance, denial and disobedience, which infuriated him but at the same time, it made the mafia don crave his precious maid even more to the extent that he broke all the boundaries of madness just to make her as his. But what Luka Salvino didn't know was that his innocent maid was hiding a deep secret from him…that he was the father of her four years old daughter, Elea, and Luka was not even aware of this. So what would happen the moment when the mafia don would find out that he was the biological father of his maid's daughter and she had been keeping his own blood hidden from him for the past five years? Would the Mafia Don forgive her or his desires for her would turn into something more dangerous and diabolic?

Dimitri's voice lowered, sending shivers down my spine. "Unless your goal is to get me hard princess, best believe I'll be using your tongue as my reliever." He traced his finger teasingly along my lips, making me blush even harder. ****** Nineteen year old Layla Bamford is the princess of Asentrix and is slated to marry the prince of Fremen but being fed up with her life being constantly dictated by her poisonous Step-mother who is the queen, Layla flees, only to land herself into the dangerous yet attractive hands of Dimitri Vikings. Dimitri is the most notorious underworld lord who heads one of Italy's largest Mafias. With a hidden identity, Layla must endure in the handsome and possessive yet brutal hands of Dimitri for her life may just depend on it.

Four months pregnant. I was alone when a rival family came for me.. A searing pain tore through my stomach. I couldn't reach my husband, Don Lorenzo. His phone was off. I woke up in a sterile hospital bed. Three days had passed. And the baby... was gone. That’s when I heard the nurses gossiping. “Heard Don Lorenzo cleared out a block of Fifth Avenue for his mistress three days ago. Had his phone off so they wouldn't be disturbed.” Tears rolled down my cheeks, but my heart was empty. I gave up my career, my whole life, for him. The Don who promised me forever… he shattered that promise just days before our fifth anniversary. Back home, I dug out an old phone and made a call. A number I hadn't touched in five years. "The European tour you mentioned…" I said, my voice hollow. "I'm in. I can be ready in a week."

At an underground auction, Bianca Ferraro, the fiancee of Don Lucian Castellano, bought a single night of my services for five dollars. Everyone sneered that I was the cheapest woman in the world. Bianca just pointed at me, laughing so hard she shook. "Back then I pinned a traitor's label on her, and as punishment I sold her straight to her creditors." "As I recall, she went for a few dozen dollars." She swirled her glass, her smile turning more vicious. "Five years on, worn out and used up, of course she's lost her value." The guests on the yacht roared with laughter. Only the yacht's owner, Lucian Castellano, crushed the glass in his hand to powder with a sharp crack. Blood ran down his knuckles, but he seemed to feel no pain. He only stared at me. And I, in the bunny outfit Bianca had thrown at me, poured wine for the rich and powerful and angled for their tips as if nothing was wrong. The next second, he shot to his feet and seized my wrist. But before he could speak, I coldly pushed his hand away. "Don Castellano." "You have a fiancee. Do you want my services too?"

Everyone said my good looks were what saved me from my family's downfall. It was how I managed to become a Donna. I was the only one who knew why he had to compromise to marry me. Xavier Whitmore, the tall and handsome Don, was unable to have physical relationships with a woman. When I shyly took off the gown on our wedding night, he sat in his chair and lit a cigarette before remarking in an icy voice, "I'm allergic to women. That said, you have my word that you will be the only woman in my life." He kept his promise. Though he never so much as touched me in the five years of our marriage, he provided me with a life of luxury and wealth. Although it was merely a title, being his only woman brought me happiness. Everything changed on the day my men and I were ambushed by a rival mafia family. We barely made it out alive. When I returned home, I found him locked in a tight embrace with his widowed sister-in-law, Alice Ortega. "Alice, I won't let you remarry. If you do, I'll make sure that man dies a thousand deaths." I scoffed. It wasn't so much that he couldn't handle being physical with a woman. It was simply that he could not be physical with anyone but her. In that case, she could have the pleasure of being the Donna.