"WALK ON IT, NOW!" he barked an order.
With widened eyes, she looked between him and the path of burning coals in front of her.
Did he seriously want her to walk on it? He was the same person who could not tolerate a single scar of burning oil on her.
But long ago that time was gone.
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Five years ago, the wife of a mafia don betrayed him and left with their son. Now he has returned to extract his revenge.
She left with his son, but now there is a lit...

Warning: Contains strong language, smuts, abuse and some really explicit content, please read at your risk. "Let go of me…" Arabella said. She grimaced, shaking her head. "Do you think I would let you go so easily?" He questioned, then tutted. Sandro's nostrils flared as he sniffed her hair wrapped in his hands, Vanilla and Strawberry. The innocent yet naughty scent he remembered her with. "That would never happen, Cara Mia." Arabella gasped as Sandro pressed his body into hers. She moved to...