It will only take you less than 30 seconds…

Was there a part that bored or that you didn't really like in the book?

Even a character, a scene, or anything. You could say no if nothing bothered you.

Which was the part you liked most in the book?

Even a character, a scene, or anything that you enjoyed.

How would you feel about the female main character taking part in a MFM (male-female-male) threesome? *

• I would love it.
• I don't know? But I'd be open-minded about it.
• I would hate it.

How would you feel about a bisexual female main character? *

• I would love it.
• As long as the relationship in the story is with a male character, I wouldn't mind.
• I don't know? But I'd be open-minded about it.
• I would hate it.

Do you like stories where there is an age gap between the male main character and the female main character? *

• Yes, love that trope!
• I don't know? But I'd give it a try.
• Not at all.

Do you like stories where the Villain gets the girl? *

• Yes, love that trope!
• I don't know? But I'd give it a try.
• Not at all.

Who is your favorite dark mafia romance author?

I need some new inspo!❤️

Submit

Rachel 

I take a deep breath, the scent of wildflowers surrounding me as I clutch my bouquet. The warm sunlight filters through the leaves of the towering oak trees, casting a gentle glow on the outdoor wedding setting. Rustic wooden chairs line the aisle, adorned with delicate lace and twined with ivy. The vibrant colors of the flowers pop against the natural greens and browns of the surrounding nature. 

As I make my way down the aisle, the soft crunch of gravel beneath my feet accompanies the sweet melody of a live acoustic guitar, played by a hidden musician. The atmosphere is serene, a harmonious blend of nature’s beauty and the anticipation of the ceremony ahead. 

Alessandro stands at the end of the aisle, his dark eyes fixed on me with a mixture of excitement and tenderness. Dressed in a sleek charcoal suit, he exudes an air of sophistication that complements the rustic charm of our surroundings. The sunlight catches the silver flecks in his hair, giving him an almost ethereal glow. 

We lock eyes, and I see a reassuring warmth in his gaze that eases the nervous flutter in my stomach. I reach him, and he extends his hand, a gesture that’s both familiar and comforting. 

“Ready for this?” he whispers, his voice a low murmur that only I can hear. 

I nod, a small smile playing on my lips. “More than ready.” 

As we face the small-town Catholic priest, I can’t help but marvel at the contrast between Alessandro’s strong belief in the church and my own skepticism. 

The priest, a kindly figure with a white collar peeking out from his traditional robes, smiles at us. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…” 

Alessandro tightens his grip on my hand, a silent reassurance that we’re in this together, beliefs aside. 

The ceremony unfolds in the embrace of nature, the priest’s words blending with the rustling leaves and the distant song of a bird. Vows are exchanged, promising a future entwined with shared dreams and challenges. 

“Do you, Alex, take Mia to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the priest intones. 

“I do,” Alessandro replies, his voice steady and full of conviction. 

As the priest pronounces us husband and wife, the guests erupt into joyous applause. 

Alessandro pulls me into a gentle embrace, sealing our union with a tender kiss. “I love you, mia cara,” he whispers against my ear. 

“I love you too,” I reply, feeling the joy of those words, the promise of a lifetime. 

*** 

The soft melody wraps around us, and I feel Alessandro’s strong arms holding me close. The little community we’ve formed celebrates our union, and as we dance, I can’t help but smile. The papers say we’re Mr. and Mrs. Marcia, but Alessandro insisted on a wedding. 

His playful flirting makes my heart race, and I get lost in the dance, in his eyes. 

“Your red hair looks stunning,” he whispers, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. I blush, not used to this life, but with Alessandro, everything feels weightless, happy, and free. As we sway to the music, he suggests we leave, and I eagerly agree. 

We share a sweet kiss, and soon, we’re on our way to the small mansion surrounded by endless vineyards, a world Alessandro bought for us. 

The night air is warm as we arrive, and Alessandro sweeps me off my feet, carrying me over the threshold. “My wife, my Rachel,” he declares, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I playfully slap his chest, “I am Mia now.” He chuckles, “You were always mine.” 

The mansion stands as a sanctuary of opulence, every corner a testament to Alessandro’s boundless love and devotion. Soft light spills from elegant chandeliers, casting a warm glow over the room saturated with the fragrance of fresh flowers. Alessandro guides me to a space adorned with floor-to-ceiling windows from which we have a panoramic view of sprawling vineyards—a sight that steals my breath. 

“I hope you are happy here,” Alessandro says, his gaze filled with a sincerity that tugs at my heart. 

“Here in Nasik, India, or here with you?” I tease, allowing a playful smile to grace my lips. 

He turns me to face him, his hands tracing gentle patterns up and down my back. He is focused on the zipper of my dress, and each of his deliberate motions sends shivers down my spine. 

“Staying with me,” he affirms, a smile playing on his lips. 

And in this luxurious haven, surrounded by his love, I am more than content. 

“You are my home,” I declare, lifting onto my toes to place a tender kiss on his jaw. 

“Perfect. Now, can we get this dress off of you? Because I have only thought of getting you out of it ever since I saw you walk down the aisle,” he admits, his desire evident in his dark eyes. 

I can’t help but smile at his honesty as he skillfully removes my dress. In this intimate moment, right here with him, I realize that this is exactly where I’m meant to be. 

As the fabric pools around my feet, the air crackles with anticipation. The room, now drenched in a sultry ambiance, mirrors the intensity between us. Alessandro’s hands explore the curves of my body, setting every inch of my skin on fire under his touch. 

I fucking adore him, and the life we have built together. 

His lips find mine in a hungry kiss. The world outside the expansive windows fades away, leaving only the two of us in this cocoon of desire. 

He cups my breasts in his hands enjoying the weight of them in his hands. He massages them, rolling and pinching the nipples before he leans down and takes one stiff peak into his warm mouth.  

I am already close to coming and he has barely touched me yet. 

My husband is a master at what he does, and what he seems to enjoy most is unraveling me. He lets go off my nipple with a loud pop. 

“Rachel, you better take out my cock,” he orders before returning to lavish his attention to my other nipple. With trembling fingers, I undo his fly and watch in fascination as his cock springs free. 

I am licking my bottom lip as my hand wraps around his length. He rewards me by biting on my breast before sucking again a little harder. I am delirious. 

I am moaning as my hand moves up and down his cock. This does not feel nearly good enough. So, I let go of his cock, which slaps angrily on his abdomen and make quick work of getting rid of his buttoned-up shirt. I pop one button after the other before dragging it off him. 

Then my hands slide into the waistband of his pants and boxers and drag them down. 

Alessandro has stopped, and he is watching me in fascination. He grunts in pleasure as I rake my French manicured nails up and down his well-defined torso. 

He pushes me backwards towards the bed and I land on my back. ”I am going to make you come on my tongue before I can give you my cock.” 

“Okay boss.” 

“Now open your legs.” He commands. 

I obey, my breath heavy, my fingers grabbing onto the sheets. 

Before I can register it, he leans in and swipes his tongue through my center and I shudder.” 

“Do you like that, baby?” 

“Fuck- Yes.” 

“Would you like my cock, mia cara? 

I nod, my entrance slick with arousal. 

“Say it Rachel. Say you need my cock.”  

“I need your cock,” I whimper. 

“You love me fucking you, sweetheart?” He asks as he drives into me.  

“Yes, yes Alessandro!”  

“Say it.”  

“I love you fucking me.” 

He kisses my stomach, turns me over and laying on top of me, spreads my legs wide open. “Cazzo, I fucking love being married to you.” Then he pushes my back, lifts my hips and slams into me, I moan and squirm trying to adjust to his delicious intrusion. 

“This is your cock, Rachel.” 

“Yes,” I cry out. 

He growls before leaning down and wrapping his hand around my throat. I love when he chokes me while he is inside me. He squeezes gently, then pulls out of my pussy before slamming back in. 

My eyes roll to the back of my eyes and I am pretty sure I can taste stars. This position is letting him sink a little deeper. 

My breath quickens. 

“Aah. Fuck! Fuck, Alessandro! I am going to come. You are going to make me come,” I moan. 

“Then come for me, bambina.” 

I whimper loudly, my back arching and my legs trembling as I crash. My eyes roll back as my inner muscles squeeze around him.  

He curses in Italian as his thrusts turn erratic.   

I can barely take it.  

He pulls his cock out and instead of coming in my mouth like he is so fond of doing, he turns me around again and comes on my heaving breast. I am sore and marked by him in every way possible. 

I just lay on the bed. I follow him with my gaze as he gets up. He makes his way to our bathroom and comes back with a warm towel. I am catatonic and spent as he cleans me up. 

Then he slips into bed pulling me on top of him. 

“Stay with me forever, Rachel.” 

“Really?” I reply looking into his beautiful eyes, “I thought we established that when we got married. You are still going to want to hear it, right?” 

He nods as he kisses the side of my head. “Yes, mia cara.” 

I hope he sees the truth in my eyes as I say, “I will stay, I promise,” and for the first time in a really long time, I actually mean it.