My Neighbour’s Wife: a Dark Mafia Romance

“This was a mistake.”Zefiro’s eyes gleam with something akin to loathing. “You walk into my office, arch your ass over my desk, spread your pussy lips with those darned fingers and ride me recklessly, wildly, strangled my dick with your pussy as you took every last bit of my cum like a woman starved. Never within those intervals did it occur to you that this was a mistake?”- – -Zefiro Della Rocca never meant to fixate on the woman next door. At first, it was nothing but an idle curiosity. But curiosity turned into an itch, a craving, an addiction he couldn’t shake. He didn’t know her name, but he knew the way her skin flushed when she came, the novel she reread when she couldn’t sleep, and the way she sat on the edge of her bed at night, watching the darkness.He despised himself for caring. She was in love with a man who broke her. Married to a Bratva hitman. Off-limits.But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned.Blood would spill if he touched her.Then again, blood never did bother him.— When Susanna finally escapes her husband, she stumbles straight into the arms of the brooding man next door—the one who watches her with a gaze as sharp as a blade. He doesn’t want her. He barely tolerates her. But if she wants to survive, she needs him. So, she gets into his car. Lets him drive her across the ocean, away from the past she’s desperate to outrun. But maybe she should have asked herself why Zefiro was willing to take her. Maybe then, she wouldn’t have started the affair with him.He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.