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• Trapped by the Mafia Boss    I've Got You.

  Warning: This chapter contains intense explicit sex scenes. It is strictly 18+.SYLVIA'S POVMario's hands tangled in my hair, holding me still as I kept going, my tongue swirling, lips flicking around his cock. He was so hard, pulsing in my mouth, and I could feel him getting close. The heat from his body pressed into mine, his breath ragged as he whispered, “Fuck, Sylvia… don’t stop. You’re driving me insane.”Just when I thought he’d lose control, he suddenly gripped my hair tighter and pulled back, voice dark and low, “Sit on my face. Now.”I didn’t hesitate, sliding down on his face so his tongue was immediately buried inside me, swirling, licking, sucking like a man possessed. Every flick of his tongue against my throbbing clit sent shockwaves through my core. My breath hitched, chest rising and falling fast as I trembled on the edge, my body screaming for release.“Harder,” I gasped, clutching the sheets, as I grind my pussy into h

• Trapped by the Mafia Boss    To the back of my throat.

  Warning: This chapter contains intense explicit sex scenes.SYLVIA'S POV My breath caught.Did he really just say that?I stared up at him, my heart pounding so loud it drowned out everything else. Stroke that sweet pussy for Daddy… The words echoed in my head, heating my skin from the inside out.This wasn’t the Mario who made me breakfast in the mornings or kissed my forehead. This wasn’t the quiet, careful man who always asked for permission with his eyes.This… was different.Raw.Hungry.Commanding.And God help me—I loved it.Still, I hesitated. Not out of fear, but from the sheer shock of it. My lips parted, trying to breathe, to speak, but nothing came out. My hands were trembling, fingers hovering just above my core like I needed to convince myself that this was real.“Don’t be shy,” his voice dropped lower. “Or do you want daddy to help you?”A shiver danced up my spine.This was what I asked for. What I begged him for. Not Mario the husband. Not Mario the protector.But th

• Trapped by the Mafia Boss    Call me DADDY

  MarioI was barely paying attention to Darren.Something about contracts. Something about Kosta. His mouth was moving, but all I could think about was the bag Sylvia came home with. That bold-ass sex shop logo printed across the front, staring at me like a challenge.What did she buy?What was she setting up upstairs?“You good?” Darren’s voice cut through my thoughts from the laptop screen.I blinked. “Huh?”He raised a brow. “I’ve been talking for the past five minutes and you haven’t heard a word.”I ran a hand down my face. “Yeah, sorry. Just... distracted.”He grinned. “Sylvia, right?”I didn’t answer.“Yeah,” he nodded like he understood. “Saw the bag. Pleasure Chest? Ain’t that the one with the whole setups and full dungeon kits?”I shot him a look, turning away briefly from the screen.“What? I’ve been. With my girl,” he added quickly, holding his hands up like he needed to defend himself. “You think just because I'm a police officer I don’t know how to keep things spicy?”I s

• Trapped by the Mafia Boss    What am I looking for?

  SYLVIA'S POV The scent of leather, soft perfume, and something faintly sweet hit me the second I stepped inside. Pleasure Chest wasn’t dim or sketchy like I imagined, it was bright, sleek, and warm, with glass shelves and velvet walls lined with things that whispered things to you without ever speaking.A woman behind the counter looked up and gave me a smile, not judgmental, not nosy. Just soft and knowing, like she’d seen a hundred women walk in with the same shy shoulders and secret thoughts.Like she saw women like me all the time: a little wide-eyed, a little excited, dressed in a man’s T-shirt and joggers, holding a black card that clearly wasn't theirs.I nodded slightly and wandered farther in, letting my fingers brush against silk blindfolds, soft ropes, and delicate lace in every color. A display of vibrators sat beneath warm lights like art pieces. A mannequin wore a bold, black custom set; leather straps, mesh cups, open crotch. My eyes lingered on it.“Beautiful,” a voi

• Trapped by the Mafia Boss    Shameless.

  Sylvia's POVI stayed still, hand still resting on Mario’s thigh, my mouth tingling, my heart thudding.He stared at me, phone still in his hand, face pale like he was bracing for an explosion. The voice on the other end had already gone silent, maybe he ended the call, maybe she hung up, I didn’t care. Not really.I slowly lifted myself back up onto the couch and sat beside him, legs curled under me. I wasn’t angry. Not exactly. But I was shaken. Not by the fact that he had a past... I knew that, but by the fact that I suddenly felt… boring.Vanilla.And I didn’t want to be.Mario finally turned to me, his lips parting. “Syl, I—”I held up a hand. “Don’t. I’m not mad.”His brows furrowed in disbelief.“Seriously,” I said, looking him dead in the eyes. “But I want to ask you something. And I want the truth.”He hesitated, nodding slowly.I tilted my head slightly, my voice quiet but steady. “Do you really like anal?”Mario froze. “What?”“What she said,” I went on, eyes on his, unshak

• Trapped by the Mafia Boss    Vanilla

  Mario's POV We were back in the living room, listening in on the warehouses.Sylvia had the chessboard set up on a table, her bare legs curled beneath her as she sat between my thighs, my chest against her back on the couch. One of her arms rested lazily across mine, the other reached forward to move her knight, and I swear, the soft shift of her hips each time she leaned in was enough to test my control.My shirt, loose around her shoulders, barely covering the curve of her thighs was enough to drive me crazy, and the fact that I knew there was nothing underneath, had my thoughts tangled, my concentration slipping with every casual brush of her body against mine.“You’re losing,” she teased lightly, reaching across me for a pawn she’d knocked over. The motion arched her back, lifting the hem of the shirt just enough to show the soft flesh of her ass. My breath caught.God.I clenched my jaw, forcing my eyes back to the board, but I couldn't even remember which color I was playing.“