Titles: SOLD & OWNED
Series: Dellucci Mafia
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: September 27, 2021 & October 4, 2021
I am Marcello Dellucci, new don of the Dellucci Mafia.
And my devilish reign over the city has only just begun.
But when a beautiful girl steps onto the auction stage I forget everything I’m supposed to be.
I want to claim her, no matter the cost.
So I buy her body and take everything she has to give.
And I’m not ever letting her go.
And our dark pasts are more connected than either of us realize.
Not even her.
I stop outside the VIP room, and the corner of my mouth lifts as I push the door open. Stepping into the luxurious room, I instantly lock my eyes on my prey.
The girl lifts the tray in front of her as if she’s thinking about using it against me as well.
I let out an amused chuckle. “ Is that supposed to intimidate me?”
“Back off,” she threatens even though there’s a tremble in her voice.
Even though she’s scared, her eyes are filled with fire.
God, it’s a turn-on.
Wanting to set her at ease, I say, “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Then why did you follow me?” she demands, lifting her chin an inch.
The corner of my mouth lifts again, amused by her display of bravery. “What’s your name, kitten?”
“Why do you care?” Then she scowls at me. “And don’t call me kitten.”
“Just curious.” I step inside the room and shut the door behind me, which makes the girl stiffen.
“Who are you, and what do you want?”
“Marcello.” I let my name drift over my lips.
What do I want?
To my surprise, she lets out a burst of laughter. “Yeah, right,” she scoffs. “And I’m freaking Cleopatra.”
I tilt my head to the side, my eyes narrowing on her. “Is there something funny about my name?”
Her gaze glides over me. “The expensive suit, the accent, the name … If you’re going to cosplay as some big bad Mafia guy, I’d try to be a little more subtle about things, you know?”
Hmm … so she doesn’t even know.
Most men here would recognize me in a heartbeat, even the drunken bastards, which means this girl is not a part of this world I’m in. Yet she works at this club, the one place where all dirty deals are made. Interesting. What is she doing here?
Moving closer, I take a seat on the couch a couple of feet away from her. She stiffens again, but when I make myself comfortable, unbuttoning my jacket, she seems to relax a little. Enough to lower the tray.
I drink in the sight of her, and now that we’re close, I can appreciate just how stunning she is. Taking a deep breath, I say, “I assure you, kitten, I’m not playing at anything.”
“I told you to stop calling me that.”
“What?” I ask, feigning ignorance.
“Kitten.” Her voice is sharp and aggressive, but I see the fear dancing in her eyes. There’s also curiosity, which means she’s not as cold toward me as she’d like me to believe.
A smile tugs at my mouth as I play with her. “But I don’t know your name. What else am I supposed to call you?”
“Definitely not that.” Her eyebrows are a sharp downward V. Intense, unafraid.
It doesn’t escape my attention that she’s not telling me her name.
I rise to my full height, and it forces her to tilt her head back to keep eye contact with me. “Tell me something, kitten.”
She furrows her brows more.
“If you are so frightened of me—”
“I’m not,” she grinds the words out between clenched teeth.
“Then tell me to leave,” I dare her, wanting to see just how brave she is.
Judging from her rigid stance, she wants to fight, but her own curiosity keeps her from saying the words.
“Mhh …” Shaking my head, I start to slowly move closer until there’s only a breath of air between us. Our eyes lock, and then I murmur, “I get the feeling you’re just as interested as I am. I dare you to deny it.”
Her soft scent fills my nostrils—sweat and perfume in equal measure. It’s feminine and alluring. My cock strains against the fabric of my pants, and for a moment, I’ve forgotten all about the goddamned Irish, about the electronics shipment and the weapons I need to collect… about everything outside this room.
There’s only this girl with the defiant look in her eyes and body made for sinful nights. Slowly, I lower my gaze, again reveling in the sight of her curves all the way down to her creamy white thighs on full display due to her short skirt.
What it would feel like to have those thighs wrapped around my neck while I feast on her pussy.
This is out of character for me. I’m always in control of my emotions, of everything, but with this girl, I want to say fuck it all and give in to the lust she makes me feel.
Would she stop me if I took her right here?
I’m too far gone to wonder about what the hell I’m doing in this room with this girl or to ask myself why I’m having such a strong reaction to her.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, her voice nothing but a choked whisper, and fuck, it turns me on even more.
Leaning a little down, I bring my eyes back to hers and take a deep breath of her soft, intoxicating scent. “In my line of work, a man quickly learns how to read people,” I murmur, keeping my tone intimate. It makes her pupils dilate as she stares up at me. “What they want. Their fears… and your body is screaming with need, which is a total contradiction to what you’d like me to believe.”
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her cutie pie son, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he’s a dog too. In her free time, she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.
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