Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Marco glanced at Francesca through the rearview mirror, nodding politely and courteously: “Miss Fran, please go ahead!”

Francesca glanced outside to make sure I had entered the convenience store before speaking: “Alia is a good girl. Please cherish her and don’t let her get hurt again.”

Marco nodded: “I know.”

Francesca said solemnly: “Mr. Vittorio, I was the one who introduced Alia to that blind date at the Red Rose Restaurant. I don’t know why you pretended to be someone else to go on that date with Alia, and I don’t intend to pursue the matter. But as long as you treat Alia well, I’ll keep this to myself and never mention a word to her.”

Marco turned to look at Francesca, sincerely saying: “Thank you!”

Francesca took a deep breath and continued: “The old Alia was a very naive and innocent girl. If someone showed her even a little kindness, she’d be willing to give her heart to them. Over the past three years, she’s changed a lot. I thought no one would ever be able to reach her heart again… Now that you’re married, please, don’t ever hurt her.”

Francesca had so much more she wanted to say about me to Marco, but she ultimately held back.

She felt that some things needed to be faced by Marco and me together. One day, we would truly open our hearts to each other.

After dropping Francesca off, I let out a huge sigh of relief. If that girl had stayed any longer, she might have spilled all sorts of

nonsense.

Marco drove me home. Neither of us spoke along the way. Several times, I wanted to say something, but seeing his cold expression, I swallowed my words back.

Marco, this man, was like a being from another world. Sometimes, he was so gentle that he could melt anyone’s he

Other times, he was as cold as a block of ice. Even standing three feet away, you could feel yourself freezing.

Half an hour later, we arrived home. As soon as we stepped through the door, Marco shed his cold exterior. In one swi door.

“Ah…” I let out a startled scream, a mix of panic and anticipation for what he might do next.

But Marco just looked at me quietly, staring at me for a long time before finally saying: “Alia, do you want to date?”

he pinned me against the

‘No, I don’t. Don’t listen to Francesca’s nonsense,” I shook my head vigorously, like a bobblehead, desperately denying any desire to date.

Marco looked at my cherry–red lips, and with a swift motion, he pulled my head toward him.

“Alia, your lips are a bit dry!”

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Marco kissed me hard.

The man’s lips were cool, and the moment they touched mine, it felt like an electric shock. My whole body trembled, and I went weak.

Our lips and teeth intertwined, breaths mingling.

I was forced to tilt my head back, enduring Marco’s domineering kiss.

My body grew softer, gradually losing control. I could only stand steady thanks to the strong band at my waist.

After what felt like an eternity, the man pulled away from my red lips, yanking off his belt to reveal what lay beneath.

His slender fingers rubbed against the sensitive spot under my skirt. Marco leaned close to my ear and whispered, Time to practice your skills again!”

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His voice was low and husky, like a lover’s murmur.

My body shivered, my cheeks flushed, my eyes filled with desire. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck. “Give it to me!”

“Alright!”

The man helped me slip off my underwear, and with a powerful thrust of his hips, his hard length entered me, thrusting relentlessly.

Wave after wave of intense assault.

I couldn’t stop moaning, covering my mouth with my hand.

Ah, be gentle!”

My moans seemed to spur Marco on.

He straightened his back, thrusting deeper with force.

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