Deadly Game; Seducing The Ruthless Mafia King

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ked my luggage, and damn it, they were too heavy. I had crammed in everything I could think of

nder, giving me that infuriatingly charming old smile of his. "Need some help

and carried them down to his car. I followed and we got

rned serious. "We got a report that

m not a saint, but that was too much! Like fucking too much! "Are you sure he's really the one that killed the

that sent shivers through even the most hardened criminals. Anyone he killed bore his signature-a stark letter M etched into their foreheads. It w

nd my killing motives were driven by the bastard who had murdered my innocent parents. Since that da

g into my thoughts. I hadn't even realized I was gritting my teeth in frustration. "Get a lot of i

, forcing the words ou

hed a smile at me, and I tried t

from us. I followed the bodyguard into the elevator, and waved at Xander who waved back. Xander had been like a fathe

ttle girl. Instead of turning me in, he took a liking to me and sa

me with an unreadable expression. "Who was the man that dropped you just now?" he asked, his tone casual. I felt like dipping a hand into my suitcas

turned to the bodyguard who just dropped my luggage, bo

opped you in a car," he p

ck, but he simply turned away

e into old men," he mut

lowed my anger, dragging my luggage through the hallway be

t women home every night, each one more beautiful and curvy than the last.

end of the hall was a large room to the left, and at the right,

and make a quick meal once you settle down." He handed me the key and di

room wasn't painted that garish green like the others I had seen. Instead, it was decorated

te, marveling at how lavish everything was. The kitchen was stocked with high-

astard. Staying here wouldn'

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e to cook him the perfect meal. My culinary skills seemed to be impressing him, as I not

on. I opened my closet and pulled out a pair of bum shorts and a V-neckline crop top that

. It was dark already, the perfect time to put my plan i

o doing. And then, I saw him. He was sitting on the couch, shirtless, and

rked, his deep voice send

replied, trying to sound

uld feel his gaze like a physical touch, and I shivered inwardly. Why

ing that?" he aske

to quickly come and make you dinner,"

ation. Why wouldn't he just wear a shirt? Did he want to torture me with his half-naked body? Torture? Zara,

hetti. I dished it out on the dining table and then went ba

" I said, trying to sound

was starting to get frustrated. This wasn't going as planned. He was supposed to be sedu

charms. Was it because I was his cook? Did he not see me as a woman? Should I h

place." I scoffed inwardly. How did a cook become a cleaner? But I didn't

d I bent over the table, making sure my boobs showed in a great amount, as I rounded the table seductively, swaying my h

it lust? I couldn't seem to read his expression. But then, his hand went to my boobs, rubbing the visible moulds, and pulling

t have been an expert to know exactly where my nipple was located. I felt a s

almost immediately making my butt hit the couch with

ing with fire," he grow