My Vengeful Marriage To The Mafia Kingpin

He destroyed my family. Then he made me his wife. The night Leila Crawford lost everything, she thought her life was over. Her father and brothers, the people who had protected her all her life, were brutally murdered, leaving her alone in a world she had been raised to survive but never expected to face alone. Before she can even grieve, Leila is taken by the most feared man in the Italian underworld. Makros Crete, the cold and ruthless mafia heir kingpin to Italy’s most feared criminal empire, gives her only two choices: become his wife or die. Leila says yes—not out of love, but because she intends to survive long enough to destroy him. Entering the Crete family as a forced bride, Leila quickly realizes that surviving her husband may be harder than surviving his enemies. Every day becomes a battle between two stubborn people who refuse to surrender. She hates his control. He hates her defiance. Yet somewhere between their endless arguments, dangerous close calls, and stolen moments, something neither of them expected begins to grow. And that’s when Leila realizes something is terribly wrong. The story she was told about her family’s murder doesn’t add up. People she trusted are hiding secrets. Enemies she thought were dead may still be alive. And the man she swore to hate may not be the monster she believed him to be. As Leila digs deeper, she finds herself caught in a dangerous web of mafia power, family betrayal, forbidden attraction, and secrets stretching across two continents. But the biggest secret is one she isn’t prepared for. Because in the Crete family, nothing—and no one is exactly what they seem. Leila came to Italy determined to avenge her family. She never expected to fall for the man standing in the way of her revenge. And when the truth finally comes to light, she will have to choose between the vengeance she has lived for, and the love she never meant to find.—Excerpt—[Warning: Mature Content] Makros pulled back from her mouth, that dangerous smirk in place. “You’re not fighting me, Wifey.” Leila’s breathing was ragged. “I’m waiting for the best time to strike.” His thumb forced her bottom lip open. “Good. I wouldn’t want you to shatter too easily.” He stood, rolled his sleeves up, and looked down at her. “On your knees.”“No.”Makros grabbed her wrist and yanked. She hit the floor hard. His hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back as he freed himself.“Open.”When she kept her mouth shut, he pressed the thick head of his cock against her lips and pushed in. A rough sound left his throat as he filled her mouth. “Fuck… look at you.” He fucked her mouth in slow, deep strokes, holding her head in place. Spit gathered at the corners of her lips. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away. Makros pulled out with a wet sound, hauled her up, and shoved her face-down onto the bed. He tore her underwear aside, groaned at how wet she was, and thrust in hard. Leila cried out into the sheets. He didn’t give her time to adjust—just fucked her deep and relentless, one hand still buried in her red hair. “This is mine now, Little red.” he rasped against her ear. “This cunt. This mouth. Every fucking part of you.” He reached under her and rubbed her clit in tight circles. The orgasm tore through her hard. Her walls clenched around him as she came, shaking. Makros cursed and buried himself deep, groaning as he spilled inside her. He stayed there, chest pressed to her back, lips at her ear. “Still think you’re not mine, Wifey?” Leila’s voice was wrecked. “I’ll still kill you when I get the chance.” Makros laughed softly against her skin. “I know. That’s what makes this fun.” — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: My Vengeful Marriage To The Mafia Kingpin — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠