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Tempted By My Mafia Professor
Mafia ⚠️Content Warning⚠️
This is a dark romance novel intended strictly for readers 16+
It contains explicit sexual content, including frequent detailed sex scenes, BDSM (domination, submission, bondage, and consensual pain), and threesomes/group dynamics. The story features a large age gap, dubious consent/coercion, graphic violence (including murder), possessive and obsessive behavior, stalking, power imbalance, manipulation, and a morally black/psychopathic hero.
Some themes may be triggering. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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When Rose John witnesses a brutal murder on a dark, rainy night, she thinks it's the end of her peace...until the man she saw that night walks into her classroom two days later, wearing a suit and a wicked smile.
Rafael Santoro. An impotent man
A man who can't have a good sexual pleasure
Her new professor.
Her nightmare..or her dangerous temptation.
Behind his calm, charming facade lies the truth: Rafael is a ruthless mafia boss hiding in plain sight, a man used to taking what he wants...and right now, what he wants is her
Rafael is possessive, dominant, and dangerously protective. A man who can't feel sexual pleasures only with pretense. The world fears him, but with Rose... he craves her submission, her trust, her love.
And he will destroy anyone who stands between them...even her own doubts.
Now trapped in his web of obsession, Rose must choose: resist his family's dark seduction, or surrender to the man who might ruin her...
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