Hey guys.
So unfortunately this book will be placed on hold for a while and for obvious reasons.
The story line and plot is messed up and scattered and the characters aren't well developed.
I also can't find my plot outlines so I'm going to start this book all over again while I'm doing that, I will publish a book I've been working on. It's a spicy erotica and contract marriage trope 🤭
I've been reading a lot recently and I was like why not try to write one and I decided to.
Here's a sneak peek ( of an unedited version)
It's called " De ' Santis bride " and it has two love interests so if you are interested in possessive, obsessive, hot Italians with sweet innocent girl they gon fucking ruin, fasten your seats ladies and gentle men and prepared to be entertained and maybe cum while reading.
Description :
GENNARO DE ' SANTIS :
Rated 18+
Trigger warning: Matured contents, Violence, sexual scenes and use of cuss words.
She was shy, cute, short, nice, soft and naive everything far from what he was.
He was ruthless, dark, cold everything she was not but for her, he was soft. To him they were perfect, despite their differences. Their differences only made them perfect for each other.
The night Gennaro Vigo De ' Santis saw Thia standing uncomfortably beside his rival, he knew he wanted her — he knew he wanted to ravish her and spoil her. He wanted to do everything unholy with her and make her commit sins that would provide both of them with pleasure but far from that — he wanted her. All of her, not just her body. He wanted her heart to beat for him alone and her eyes only on him. He wanted to claim her, mark her and worship her.
When Gennaro shows up in front of Thia with an offer she couldn't refuse, she agreed immediately without knowing this man had other plans for her — for them. She signed a deal with a devil — a handsome one that might just be an angel in disguise — her angel.
CHAPTER EIGHT :
|GENNARO VIGO DE' SANTIS
Saturday , 10th march.
Secluded warehouse.
Gennaro didn't think he would be spending his wedding night in his warehouse beating the shit out of a traitor.
To say he was pissed off was an understatement. He was seething and shaking with anger as he kept on getting flashes of the disappointment look on his wife's face when he had to leave.
Wife
If someone had told him few years back that he would would exchange rings to be tied knots with a woman for the rest of his life, he would have laughed loudly. He didn't do commitment. The women he had been with were to satisfy his raging libido. They wanted him and his cock and he wanted them for his pleasure. It has never been more for him and he had loved it that way. Not until this doe eyed woman came into his life.
He couldn't deny that he wanted her sexually — he wanted to fuck her till she couldn't walk but he wanted more. He didn't know what but he knew fucking her wouldn't be enough for him. He craved her in ways he couldn't contradict and it drove him insane.
" You want to talk now ( bastard in Italian ) " Gennaro gritted out bending down to the level of the man the man lying in a pool of blood barely breathing. His men had done a number on him before he arrived but that didn't stop Gennaro from hitting him. He was angry he had been dragged away from his wife.
Gennaro grabbed a fistful of his hair jerking his head up harshly so his gaze could meet his.
" Speak " he growled. His patients was running thin and he was doing everything to keep himself from pulling his gun out and digging a bullet into the fuckers head. He had been interrogating the man for over two hours and he had refused to tell who he was working for.
A groan left the man's mouth. He looked up at Gennaro his eyes raised in a mocking gesture, his lips curved in a sinister smile. Before anyone could anticipate his move, he spat on Gennaro.
The room fell into a dangerous silence as Gennaro brought his hands over his face and wiped the saliva off his face.
Dante who had been standing across the room quietly let out a deadly chuckle. He couldn't tell if the man was being brave or stupid.
" I'm not telling you bastards anything " the man seethed. " you are going to kill me either way."
He wasn't wrong. Gennaro was going to kill him. He never let a traitor live but at least he made their death less painful and quick.
Gennaro ticked his tongue shoving the man roughly by his head. He dusted his hands on his pants and turned to Dante.
" Give him a slow and painful death " he growled and began heading for the door. Dante chuckled darkly picking up a dagger from the many torture devices on the table.
" My fucking pleasure "
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|Gennaro Vigo De ' Santis
De'Santis Mansion
12 : 07
Gennaro pulled his car at the garage of his big mansion. He got out of the car and pulled out his phone to check the time.
It was past midnight.
While driving in, he noticed that the lights were still making him wonder if his wife had stayed up waiting for him. His heart fluttered at that thought. He walked to the front door sending a small nod to the guards stationed there that greeted him.
" Mrs De ' Santis has been up worrying about you sir " Orson his head guards informed him glancing at the house. He was the one Gennaro had assigned to protect Thia and the only one he trusted with her. " You chose well Boss "
A small smile crept on his lips as he thought of his wife worrying and stressing over him. It made him feel — weird. He nodded once again at Orton before entering the house.
It wasn't hard to miss his little wife in the living room lying on the couch, her eyes shut. He smiled walking over to her. He crouched down at her level and brushed her hair away from her face tucking it gently behind her ear.
A small chuckle left his lips when he caught sight of the small droll leaving her lips. — she was cute.
His laughter seized immediately as his gaze locked on her nightwear that had risen up showing her thighs.
Fuck.
He gulped taking in her outfit for the first time since he walked in. She was putting on a red knee length strapless nightdress. It was see through and showed off the red matching underwear she was putting on inside. Her cleavages were barely covered, the outfit had been made to cover her nipples alone. He felt a shift in his pants making him aware that his little — big man had woken up.
" Vigo ? " his black eyes darted to her face at the sound of her voice. Her eyes had fluttered open slowly adjusting to the room lightening. She rubbed her eyes slowly.
" You are back " she whispered.
" Yes love " he answered. " You shouldn't have waited up for me. "
She frowned " You are my husband, I have every right to be worried about you "
The way she said it — fuck — she was sounding so much like a wife should and was making him wish that this was real. Their marriage was real.
" I know ( Italian nickname " he sighed cupping her cheeks gently. " I'm sorry I left you on our wedding night. This wasn't how I intended for it to go "
" it's okay I …. " she frowned taking his hands in his.
Fuck, he forgot about the bruises on his knuckles.
" What happened ? " she asked her hands brushing softly against the wound. He didn't flinch or wince. It didn't hurt — he had been through worse. But what bothered him was the look of concern on his wife's face as her eyes began to water.
He cursed himself internally. He had promised not to hurt her but he had successfully made her cry just after tying the knots with her.
He reached over and gently brushed the tear away from her eyes.
" Don't cry love " he leaned over and placed a small lingering kiss below her eyes. " It doesn't hurt "
" You can't say that when your hands are all bruised " she scolded. A small smile fell on his lips seeing her worrying over him but it immediately fell once he caught her menacing glare.
" How did you get this ?"
" I punched a fucker " He answered. Her glare intensified making him chuckle. " He fucking deserved it " he shrugged.
She sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. " Let's get it cleaned up " she took his hands in her entwining them, she got up from the couch and led him towards their bedroom.
Gennaro wanted to protest and tell her that it was little and didn't hurt but he had a feeling she wouldn't listen. As little as his wife was, he had a feeling she was stubborn.
She lead them into the bedroom and pointed at the bed. " Sit, I will go get the first aid box "
He nodded reluctantly letting her go immediately regretting it as he was hit with the feeling of emptiness at the loss of her touch. As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom with the medical kit, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into her laps greedily taking in her warmth. He buried his face in the crook of her neck.
" You smell so fucking nice " he murmured placing a small kiss on her neck sending shivers down her body. He smiled happy that he had some effect on her.
" I can't treat you like this Vigo " she tried to pull away earning a growl from him.
" Then don't "
" it will get infected. "
" it won't "
" Vigo " her tone was strict and held an edge of warning. He sighed and pulled away reluctantly mumbling incoherent words under his breath.
So like I said, this is the unedited version. It would be edited and I will be posting 10 chapters
My other book, MALIFICUS, will be released December once it's completed.
I'm excited for tomorrow 🤭