Adrian’s Vengeance (Mafia Heirs #1) Read Online Isabella Starling

Categories Genre: Crime, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Mafia Heirs Series by Isabella Starling
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Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 102566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
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"No more…" She pouts. "I want your cum inside me."

"You don't get to decide that," I reply. "And you're not on protection."

"So?" Her eyes sparkle with something either mischievous or manic.

I can't tell which. I'm too enamored with her to fucking care. I want to do what she asked her so fucking badly my cock throbs inside her, threatening to spill every single drop inside her right then and there. It's no use holding back. Not when I know not having Marzia will make me even crazier.

"You want this cum?" I growl at her, grabbing her by the hips.

"Yes, Adrian. Yes, yes!"

"Then fucking take it," I growl as I start pushing my hips up to fuck her. I watch my cock disappear inside her tightens, savoring every single moan leaving her lips. I can't get enough. It'll never, ever be enough. Not when I know she's still here, ready and ripe for the taking. I won't be able to stay away. Even if father forces me to marry Nicoletta, I'll never be able to get Marzia off my mind.

I imagine a life where I'm sleeping with my wife in one of the bedrooms and Marzia waits for me a couple of doors down, ready and eager to milk my cock the way I never want Nicoletta to do it.

There's no point pretending I don't want her anymore. Even my brothers have fucking caught on. Marzia Da Costa is my fucking property, and if anyone else lays a finger on her, I'm going to kill them.

With a start, I realize that includes my father. It shouldn't, but it does.

As my mind races with thoughts, Marzia continues riding my cock and threatening to make me spill my seed inside her despite knowing I shouldn't. I know I can’t hold back, not in her presence, not when she's desperately moaning their name like she is doing with mine now.

She wants this. Even though she won't admit it when we aren't caught in this lust-filled fantasy, she wants me more than she's ever wanted anything or anyone else. And I'm done holding back.

I pull Marzia to the bed, moving our bodies so I'm on top of her. This gives me the power to fuck her as hard as I want, and I take full fucking advantage, driving my cock deeper and deeper into her silky folds while she beats her fists against my chest.

"You like that, don't you?" I growl. "You fucking love getting used by me."

Her fervent eyes turn to mine as she whispers, "Don't let anyone else touch me."

"Not a chance in fucking hell, bambina," I get out through gritted teeth. "You're mine and mine alone."

I know I won't be able to hold back much longer. Her sweet moans are pushing me over the edge and the desire to come inside her is growing as fast as my cock. Pushing inside her time and time again, I allow myself to stay deep inside where my cock throbs the hardest. Marzia whimpers beneath me, our eyes locking in a silent dance. I wonder whether she'll ask me to stop... I wonder if I'll listen.

"Come inside me."

I smirk at her. "Beg."

"Please." Her teeth dig into her lower lip. "Please fuck me full..."

I slam my hips inside again and unload drop after drop of my load. She writhes beneath me and I allow my climax to take over, all the while knowing I've fucked up.

18

Marzia

I wake up into a cold morning and an empty bed. I search for Adrian between the sheets, but he's gone. I have no idea when he left, but even his lingering scent on my pillows has faded.

Hearing a knock on my door, I pick myself up and lazily stretch my limbs before calling out for the visitor to enter. I don't get a lot of people knocking on my door, and my heart speeds up with expectation as I wait for them to enter.

A man I don't know walks into my bedroom, smirking when he notices I'm still in bed. "Bit late for sleeping, no?"

"Sorry," I mutter, getting up and wrapping myself in the duvet when I realize I'm naked. "Who are you again?"

"Julian," he states. "Your boyfriend's brother."

"Adrian isn't my boyfriend."

"Sure." He rolls his eyes. "You got a moment to talk?"

"Yes, just..." I flush deeply. "Let me get dressed and I'll meet you in the salon."

His eyes widen and then he grins, obviously amused by my disheveled state. "I'll be waiting." He exits the room, closing the door behind him.

I rush to get dressed, throwing on the first clothes I can find. I walk into the salon feeling self-conscious about my mismatched outfit and sit on the loveseat.

Julian Bernardi is sitting opposite of me on the loveseat, his critical eyes examining me.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" I finally manage.



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