Showing posts with label Royal Mafia series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Royal Mafia series. Show all posts
Mafia King by Bella J.
Title: Mafia King
Series: Royal Mafia Series #3
Author: Bella J.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 13, 2018
Born and bred to rule, I embraced my place in our family with pride.
I was the leader. The boss. The king.
Fueled by my family’s need for revenge, I was on a bloody path toward vengeance. That’s when I found her—a filthy, weak, broken girl.
The mystery that surrounded her seduced me. Her secrets pulled me down to the deepest pits of hell, the demons of her past threatening to burn the empire I swore to protect.
Now the devil himself is knocking at my door, wanting his beautiful, broken girl back.
But she’s mine now. I claimed her. And anyone who dares to take her away from me will be completely, utterly, royally…
Fucked.
As I walked into the room, Nessuno was still right there where I left her, on her knees, her forehead against the floor. The sight of her naked body posed in the purest form of submission brought flashbacks of the past to the forefront of my mind.
The adrenaline.
The lust.
The electric excitement of anticipation.
The fucking control. It was all there, right at my goddamn feet, like an offering. A sacrifice for the caged beast within me.
For a few moments, I looked at her, watched as her back moved ever so slightly with every breath she took. The scars and marks on her body seemed illuminated under the light. The only things missing from the scene in front of me were chains…and me.
I pulled my hand down my face. After all this time fighting it, I now found myself in a position where my family’s only hope was for me to embrace my own depravity. My cross.
“Jesus,” I muttered under my breath before glancing down at Nessuno again. There was no other option but this.
I walked toward her and grabbed the chair, placing it in front of her. With a deep breath, I took a seat, my gaze still fixed on her naked back. Her scars.
It was bittersweet, this moment. The moment when I was forced to stop fighting…and to unchain the darkness. Who would have thought the one thing that had the power to destroy me now had the power to give us all the answers we needed?
Irony, you son of a bitch.
I reached out then stilled as my hand hovered over her. My chest ached, yet my blackened soul pulsed with exhilaration. My head screamed at me not to do this, but the curse of my nature pressed me further.
And then my desperation for answers and vengeance gave me the final push I needed to fall over the edge.
I placed my hand on her head and felt her suck in a breath at the same time a wave of power crashed against my spine. For the first time in years, I allowed myself to feel what I had denied myself for so long—the lethal combination of control, power…and ecstasy.
Like an owner to his pet, I stroked my fingers through her hair, one simple act which relayed one powerful message. I was taking ownership. Staking my claim.
Nessuno was now mine.
The adrenaline.
The lust.
The electric excitement of anticipation.
The fucking control. It was all there, right at my goddamn feet, like an offering. A sacrifice for the caged beast within me.
For a few moments, I looked at her, watched as her back moved ever so slightly with every breath she took. The scars and marks on her body seemed illuminated under the light. The only things missing from the scene in front of me were chains…and me.
I pulled my hand down my face. After all this time fighting it, I now found myself in a position where my family’s only hope was for me to embrace my own depravity. My cross.
“Jesus,” I muttered under my breath before glancing down at Nessuno again. There was no other option but this.
I walked toward her and grabbed the chair, placing it in front of her. With a deep breath, I took a seat, my gaze still fixed on her naked back. Her scars.
It was bittersweet, this moment. The moment when I was forced to stop fighting…and to unchain the darkness. Who would have thought the one thing that had the power to destroy me now had the power to give us all the answers we needed?
Irony, you son of a bitch.
I reached out then stilled as my hand hovered over her. My chest ached, yet my blackened soul pulsed with exhilaration. My head screamed at me not to do this, but the curse of my nature pressed me further.
And then my desperation for answers and vengeance gave me the final push I needed to fall over the edge.
I placed my hand on her head and felt her suck in a breath at the same time a wave of power crashed against my spine. For the first time in years, I allowed myself to feel what I had denied myself for so long—the lethal combination of control, power…and ecstasy.
Like an owner to his pet, I stroked my fingers through her hair, one simple act which relayed one powerful message. I was taking ownership. Staking my claim.
Nessuno was now mine.
All the way from Cape Town, South Africa, Bella J lives for the days when she’s able to retreat to her writer’s cave where she can get lost in her little pretend world of romance, love, and insanely hot bad boys.
Bella J is a Hybrid Author with both Self-Published and Traditional Published work. Even though her novels range from drama, to comedy, to suspense, it's the dark, twisted side of romance she loves the most.
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Mafia Princess by Bella J.
Title: Mafia Princess
Series: Royal Mafia Series
Author: Bella J.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 8, 2018
Publisher: Crave Publishing
Publisher: Crave Publishing
Rules. I’m starting to think I have the natural talent for breaking them. I hate rules. Always have. Especially since I had them shoved in my face my entire life.
I didn’t ask to be a Valenti. And I sure as hell didn’t agree to follow all their goddamn rules.
Yet it’s been years since I broke one of my family’s most cardinal laws. It was a mistake—I know that now. But that’s the thing about mistakes. You never know you’re about to make one until it’s too late.
Unfortunately, every transgression, every wrong decision has a way to demand atonement. No matter if it’s hours, days, or years after.
I’m still waiting for my past mistakes to exact payment. It’ll come. I know it will.
But now, while I’m sitting in the interrogation room staring at the sinfully gorgeous Detective Lorik Stone, I can’t help but think about all my family’s rules…
…and how I’m about to break another one.
I was a strong woman. Men hardly ever intimidated me, and seducing me was no easy task. But this man? This man had my attention for nothing more than a few minutes, and already my mind was filled with dirty thoughts and wild fantasies.
He stepped up to me, his face inches from mine. I felt his warm breath skid across my cheek, and the sensation stormed straight through my body, settling right between my thighs.
As he leaned closer, the warmth of his breath started to stir an array of sensations all through my body. My heart was now jackhammering against my ribs, my throat feeling like the damn desert.
When he lifted his arm, his gaze never leaving mine, I sucked in a breath. And then he reached behind me, his lips mere inches away, and pushed a button next to my head and said, “Monroe, open the door for Miss Valenti.”
I thought I died. I was dead. I died and collapsed into a giant puddle of pathetic womanhood.
The click of the door sounded behind me, and I was out of there faster than you could say “what the fuck was that?”
As my heels clicked down the hall, my heartbeat slowly returning to normal, I heard a second pair of footsteps behind me.
“You in town long, Miss Valenti?”
I took a deep breath, but I didn’t slow down. “You’re the detective, you tell me.”
“I’m guessing no more than a few weeks?”
“Is that you guessing or saying?”
He fell into step next to me. “I’m going to go with guessing.”
I stopped and turned to face him. “You’re good, Detective, I’ll give you that. But let’s say you’re right—and I’m not saying you are—but if I am the daughter of an Italian-American mafia boss, as you suspect I am, you’ve got real balls summoning me down here and then putting me in a damn interrogation room like a criminal. I’d say that wasn’t a very smart move, Detective.”
He studied my face, and I didn’t even blink. Heck, I didn’t even breathe.
“Are you threatening me, Karina?” Lord help me, but the way my name rolled off his lips was like eroticism on fucking steroids. It was like porn to my ears.
I took a step back and tried to ignore the tingles spreading through my bones like wildfire, and I squared my shoulders.
“Not at all.” I lifted my voice a single octave. “I’m merely stating that if what you said was true, you just made one hell of a rookie mistake.”
With my words hanging in the air like the threat it was meant to be, I turned on my heel and sashayed my curvy ass out of there. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time, until I exited the building.
The moment I stepped outside, I took a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill my lungs. The feeling that scratched against every bone in my body was too damn familiar. I’d experienced this before, the feeling of a man being able to electrify my body without even touching me. It was unnerving, yet exciting at the same time. But I learned the hard way that this feeling was also powerful enough to bring me to my knees. I promised myself I would never let a man affect me like that again. Too much was at stake, and I already had too many regrets because I gave in to that temptation once.
But, by God, my body felt like it was on fire just having Detective Stone’s eyes on me. He wasn’t even touching me, or close to touching me, for that matter. There was sweat running down my back, for God’s sake. That was how he managed to affect me within less than twenty-five minutes.
It was the eyes. It had to be those dark goddamn eyes. Devil eyes, that was what they were. Dark windows into the demonic world where he could make you offer up sweet, innocent little puppies with a single glance. Damn, I was pretty sure he would make you want to toss in a tiny kitten as well, just for good measure.
I exhaled and looked up to the sky. Was this the universe’s way of playing one sick joke on me, showing me no matter how hard I tried to put the past behind me, there was no way of escaping who I was? A woman drawn to the forbidden, charmed by the prospects of breaking rules, and resisting authority by walking on the edge?
No. Not again. Never.
All the way from Cape Town, South Africa, Bella J lives for the days when she’s able to retreat to her writer’s cave where she can get lost in her little pretend world of romance, love, and insanely hot bad boys.
Bella J is a Hybrid Author with both Self-Published and Traditional Published work. Even though her novels range from drama, to comedy, to suspense, it's the dark, twisted side of romance she loves the most.
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