Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

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Mia's breath hitched at his words, but she forced herself to keep her composure. "Belong to you?" she echoed, a defiant glint in her eyes. "Last I checked, people aren't possessions, Mr. Valentino." Alessandro's eyes gleamed with amusement, making Mia's anger rise.

"It's Alessandro, sweetheart," he corrected smoothly. "And you know exactly what I mean. We've already crossed the line of professionalism, haven't we?"

Mia swallowed at the mention, her pulse quickening at the memory of their time together in the car. This devil mafia was very wicked.

"That doesn't give you the right to make assumptions about me," she shot back, composing her demeanor despite the rapid beat of her heart. "I can wear whatever I want without it being about you." Alessandro smirked, "Only in front of me."

"You think so highly of yourself, Mr. Valentino," she rolled her eyes and pressed her small hands against his hard, bare chest, pushing him away. Alessandro lifted one of his thick, dark brows silently but didn't let go of her.

His naked body was already distracting her so badly, and the dark possession in his eyes made it even more tempting to give in to the moment and let desire take over the matters between them again. This man was a work of art. Every inch of him was so hard and well- built that he could give even the Greek gods a run for their money.

Sometimes Mia found it unfair that such a beautiful appearance was bestowed upon a devil like him. It gave him the advantage of trapping anyone under his charm. Suddenly, her mood shifted, and she felt even more frustrated. She writhed, twisting her body to free herself and create some distance. Alessandro's eyes narrowed as he pulled her even closer, letting her know she was no match for his strength.

"Let go of me," she gritted through her teeth.

"Tease me one more time, baby, and be ready to bear the consequences," he warned, his tone turning dangerously low and his blue eyes darkening, almost turning gray, not from anger but from desire.

visibly, a loud gasp escaping her lips as the Italian Don cupped her bottom and ground her against his rock-hard bulge, covered only by the thin fabric of his boxers. She was shocked by the mafia king's obsession; she couldn't understand why he wanted her when he could have any

how different and more romantic he

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this why he had so many mistresses-because no woman could resist his charm and seduction? Yet, the only woman who had ever faced his hatred was his wife, and the thought still pained Mia in her heart. Chance once more surfaced, and she wanted to shout at

Aria. She couldn't understand how he could be so possessive of another woman while hating his own wife. And what

her identity as memories of those torturous days surfaced. in her mind. His huge ego would never forgive

and people feared being on his hate list for a reason. He was more brutal than a monster when dealing with his rivals, his ruthlessness knowing no bounds. The thought of his vengeance

swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He placed her on the mattress and covered her petite form with his hard and huge body. "Now let me show you how much of a possessive

she fought hard. Her eyes were wide with panic, her face pale, and it confused

he asked, taken

she breathed out, avoiding his gaze, not

in her eyes.

still, watching her face intently. Was the last time they were together so bad that she didn't want him again? Had his skills deteriorated so much in those six without sex? The thought made him grimace. He knew he

you the way you need, we can change positions and find something more satisfying, he proposed in a very