The Devil's Reluctant Bride

llo's

sia...no the woman beneath me whined in protest, squeezing her pussy musc

und, yelping as I pulled my pants over my still throbbing cock. I hissed through my teeth when the m

l day, I would have kept the Conclave della Notte waiting until I was done,

e center of the room. Although their faces were shadowed due to the dark lighting, their postures were tense and rigid.

Instead, I circled the table, my fingers gra

ly purred. "To what d

and then Mr. Accardo also known

ame together and demoted your uncle who has been the backbone of the Conclave and many Cosches. Then made you t

ng for him to continue as

revenge that got him killed." The pope's voice was now getting lou

n dollars that your uncle owes you, you burned down the only coca plantation in it

ntered the room, carrying a tray of drinks. My gaze locked in on her as

ed my fingers at her. She froze, her

r the

r knees and crawling beneath the large table. The room tensed but I ignored them all, leaning ba

ow she nimbly unbuttoned my pants and drew my thick shaft out. Her mouth was warm and eager whe

name slipped out of my

into her tight throat. Shit, there was no doubt as to what was happening now, the gawk sounds as she choked on my cock was enough

into my pants, I shove the maid away and

d coldly, "Wh

t. A cold smile twisted my lips and then it was gone. I leaned my elbows on the table and asked the room. "Do yo

r. Immediately, Carlo stepped into the room, carryi

io's plantation." I hisse

their brows furrowing as they

ten. Infested with fucking pests and diseases. My uncle was keeping it a secret from us all. If he'd process

ered. They d

th Lucio De Haas." my voice reached the highest bass, and I could see all them all tremble. "I saved

link an eye in killing every one of the mafia bosses in Italy. They were ruthless, especially when it came to the quality of their goods, and were so quick to switch sides and overlook centuries

clearly the meeting was over, Mr. Accardo cleared

table and this spiked my cu

della Notte for thirty months now." he st

ting my days! Tell us, how many

apologized. "What we are trying to say is that you need a bride. Witho

ers I bed every night, no woman would genuinely want to be married to me. The last serious relationship I had...she told me I was too intense for her and she left me. Besides, there's the case of my

xen who had plagued my thoughts for day

smile spreading across my face. "Fi