
Between Us : Bound To The Hot Mafia Uncle
" let that wetness drip. I want to see what I do to you without even touching You "
He stared at her trembling fragile figure who stood naked in front of him with wetness dripping down her thighs making her cheeks burn in shame and embarrassment and he just sat there, staring at her.
" Please ...... daddy "
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He was my father's best friend and a very close family friend. I had been in love with him since I was fifteen. He was the man of my dreams but Also a man I could never have. A man who could make me feel tingles.
One night and It changed everything.
I was in bed, letting my hand satisfy the needs and desires of my dark fantasies when he had just walked in, catching me disheveled and messed up. That night he had helped me and that was the first time I had gotten off.
I thought it was a step closer to our relationship but He made it clear, he wanted to be a father figure to me. But his body opposed his words. I knew Luciano Morelli wanted me just as much as I did or maybe more.
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Chapter 1
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ADELINE
I stood in front of the small house which was supposed to be my home. I stood there not caring about the rain pouring on me. I was cold and drenched , soaking in water but nothing could be compared to what I was feeling right now.
It had been two years since my father passed away.
The man I truly loved and the man I was proud of. I was his princess and he was my everything. The best father I could ever imagine. The cool dad I could ever have.
It was already late night and I wanted to spend this away alone. I did not want anyone to interrupt me or come in my memories with my father.
I was also aware that my family would be searching for me but I also knew, no one was aware of this place. It was a secret between me and my dad. He gifted me this place on my sixteenth birthday and we would always come here on my every birthday till last year.
I took a deep breath and walked towards the front door. Unlocking it with my fingerprint, I stepped inside as the whole house lit up with lights. Locking the door, I let my bag drop on the floor.
I stepped out of my shoes, walking straight to my bedroom. As I walked through the hallway, I slid my dress from my shoulders dropping it on the floor. I was alone in this house.
It was my privacy and No one could interrupt it.
I unclipped my bra before stepping inside of my bedroom. The familiar scent hitting my nostrils making me relax. It was my house. I slowly hooked my fingers in my panties and slowly pulled them down my thighs, letting them fall on the floor.
I slowly stepped out of them and walked towards the bathroom. I needed to relax. To calm my racing mind and those heartbroken thoughts.
I walked towards the shower and stepped inside, letting the warm water envelop my body like it was meant to. My heart racing as I closed my eyes letting the water drip from my hair and traveling all the way down to my feet.
I let my muscles to relax as a soft sigh escaped my lips.
All of a sudden, a random thought hit me. The feeling of something in between my thighs and I couldn't feel myself pressing my thighs together. I tightly shut my eyes.
My thoughts were ...... vulgar and for a second, it felt like it was not me. I had always been sexually frustrated which made me horny all the time. I was freaking nineteen but I even never had my first kiss which was so funny.
Well that was a choice.
I was a timid and very shy but I had my fantasies that I wanted to come true. Some dark fantasies. I feel shy even talking to a guy but behind closed curtains, I know I like to be controlled. Dominated. Vulnerable.
My soles burned and my body felt like going into heat. I wanted a release which was something I could not do anything about. I wanted to explore but I was naive and scared at the same time.
But Tonight, I wanted to try it.
I stepped out of the shower , my long hairs sticking to my body. I walked into my bedroom and placed my towel on my bed before getting on the bed. I hastily got into the middle and spread my legs.
My hand moved down to my pussy and I slowly brushed and felt my own wetness. I gulped and spread my legs more wide. My body shivered and my toes curled slightly. I was horny. Hornier than I could ever be.
It was freaky but It was my side that No one knew about.
This was natural ...... well for me, it was. I slowly slide my finger up and down feeling my pussy throbbing for more and I closed my eyes feeling so hot. I could feel my wetness dripping down and onto the towel.
I had not even touch myself and I was ready to take anything in me with that wetness.
" o-oh fuck- "
I slowly pushed a finger into my pussy before stopping. My walls clenched around my finger and I was tight as hell. Of course I had to be, I was a virgin and never tried taking two fingers too.
I was scared of the pain that comes with the pleasure I wanted to feel to its full extent. My other hand moved to my tit and my nipples were erect.
" hmm- "
A moan slipped from my lips , my back arching as I pushed my finger a little deeper. I slowly moved my finger back and forth feeling the heat to envelope me like a lava erupting from a volcano.
" fuck! "
I bit down on my lower lip after a pleasure cry escaped me. I could feel a knot forming in my stomach and I moaned loudly. My hand gripping my tit hard, squeezing making me gasp.
A cry of pleasure escaped my lips and my eyes fluttered open when ......... my half closed, half dazed eyes met a pair of black eyes that were darkened.
My gaze stuck on the man ...... leaning against the wall right in front of me staring at the sinful sight. My breath got caught in my throat as the pleasure died.
It was ...... my father's best friend.
My best friend's uncle.
My cheeks burnt in shame.
" I-I...... "
I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I was shocked to find him here. I-it was not possible for him to be here.
My hands trembled as I slowly pulled my hand away from my throbbing pussy that wanted a release so bad.
I could not believe that I was finger fucking myself ...... in front of this hot Greek God.
My supposed uncle.
Luciano Morelli.
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7.8
Isabella Hart thought her Valentine's Day plan was perfect: propose to her boyfriend, celebrate in the Maldives, and finally start the life she'd dreamed of.
Instead, she walked into his office and found him kissing his assistant who was also her friend.
Heartbreak turned to fury and before she could stop herself, she shoved the engagement ring meant for him onto the finger of a stranger with cold gray eyes.
The stranger looked at her, amused, and said, "I do."
Moments later, her ex called that stranger Boss.
Luciano Moretti, the stranger, was no ordinary man. He was the quiet, ruthless king of New York's underworld, the man people whispered about but never dared to name aloud.
What began as a viral mistake became a dangerous entanglement of power, lies, and a love too forbidden to survive the truth.

8.7
I make my living binding monsters to their promises. But Silas Malphas is the one monster I never should have touched.
As a Thread-Binder, I can see the glowing, invisible strings of loyalty, debt, and lies connecting everyone in the city's supernatural underworld. It makes me the ultimate contract lawyer-and the perfect infiltrator.
My mission is simple: secure a job in the inner circle of the House of Malphas, the city's most ruthless monster syndicate, and steal the Primal Ledger from their lethal heir.
Silas Malphas commands the shadows themselves. He is arrogant, dominant, and terrifyingly elegant. But the most dangerous thing about him isn't his power-it's that when I look at him, I see *nothing*. He is a void in the magical spectrum. No debts. No loyalties. He is completely unreadable.
I was supposed to betray him. But as I am dragged deeper into his golden cage of high-stakes negotiations and blood-soaked boardroom politics, the lines between my mission and my dark attraction to the Beast begin to blur.
When a rival faction launches a deadly coup and my cover is blown, I am left with a terrifying choice. To survive the night, I must forge a blood-oath contract with the very monster I was sent to destroy.
I'm no longer just his lawyer. I'm bound to the Beast.

7.6
I am the wife of Julian Falcone, a powerful mafia boss, but my title in this house is nothing but a joke.
When our car broke down in a deadly blizzard, Julian rushed to the scene, only to bypass me entirely.
He wrapped his heavy coat around his fragile cousin, Livia, and put her in his only available passenger seat.
"Livia's constitution is too weak to survive this cold. I have to take her back first."
He left me to freeze in the pitch-black car for the entire night.
When his men finally dragged my half-dead body out the next morning, they openly mocked me, calling me a piece of "collateral" that the boss wouldn't care about as long as I was breathing.
Back at the estate, Julian didn't even ask if I had survived the frostbite. Instead, he stormed into my sickroom, demanding I treat his mistress with respect just because my absolute silence had hurt her feelings.
His grandmother then publicly humiliated me for failing to provide an heir, while Livia flaunted the custom diamond bracelet Julian bought to soothe her "fright" from the storm.
I finally understood. He didn't marry me out of honor to save my fallen family. He just needed my aristocratic Rossi blood to legitimize his new-money mafia empire.
I was never a wife. I was a transaction he was willing to let freeze to death.
When his men delivered a heavy diamond necklace to buy my submission, I didn't cry or beg.
I dropped the blood diamond into the deepest drawer, and began to plan my escape.

7.8
I've never been lucky.
I lost my parents at a young age to false treason claims against the Redwood Pack. My cruel uncle Storm assumed my father's role of Alpha in the Pack, and ever since he became Alpha, my life has been a living hell.
When he brings news of the Northern Alpha King hosting a ball to pick his Luna of the North, he charges me to act as a spy for him. Gather Intel on the runnings of the Northern Pack and bring it to him.
Failure to do so?
He'll have my head.
When I meet Alpha King Elijah Lahiz, King of the North, under weird circumstances, the mate bond snaps into place, and we're bonded to each other. However, after a night of passion, Elijah acts like I don't exist and picks my best friend, Raya, as his Luna.
Distraught and feeling betrayed, I run away to the South and into the patient arms of the Southern King Jeremiah, to escape my uncle's wrath. Jeremiah proposes an alliance to take down both my uncle and Elijah.
But there's a problem. A huge one, really.
I'm carrying Alpha Elijah's child.

7.2
Married by Force
7.2
Aurora Steele is a young and vibrant heiress rooted in the Italian Mafia. After breaking up with the love of her life Ethan, she is faced with the imposing figure of Damien Dmitri, a ruthless Mafia Lord who steps in, shattering her dreams. He is the most powerful man in the city –and her family's most hated enemy. Caught in the middle, Aurora must make the most difficult decision of her life; a choice between love and family. In a bid to save her family, she must marry Damien's son and heir to the Russian Mafia, Ryan Dmitri, to pay off her father's crippling debts.
Aurora finds herself helpless in the hands of Ryan Dmitri, a handsome, arrogant playboy who always has women throwing themselves at him. . What will she do when she discovers that she has developed an undeniable attraction for the man whom she is supposed to hate and is pregnant with his child? Can a love sparked in the flash of a moment withstand the darkness of old debts and new enemies, or will their future be snuffed out before it can truly begin? Will Aurora be able to navigate her way in a world of shadows? Will she ever find her happily ever after? Read more to find out.

9.4
I spent the night with a stranger...
Who got me pregnant...
And turned out to be my boss...
Whoops, sorry, did I say "boss"? I meant a MOB boss.
To be fair, I didn't know he was my boss when I slept with him.
I thought he was just the kind stranger offering me a place to stay.
But one night in Misha Orlov's hotel room got me way more than I bargained for.
It got me champagne that tasted like starlight.
Satin sheets as soft as a dream.
And a man with silver eyes who showed me how it felt to come undone.
And then, in the morning...
He was gone.
That's I needed to get my life together anyway.
After all, my ex-not-quite-husband (it's a long story) just emptied all our bank accounts and disappeared, taking my home and my money and my job with him.
So I'm starting from a blank slate.
I find myself a new apartment.
A new job.
And I put both Misha and my husband behind me.
At least, I thought I did.
Until Day 1 of orientation.
When I learn that Misha Orlov is my new boss.
That's bad enough.
What's worse is what came next.
A car crash.
A doctor's appointment.
And two pieces of unsettling news.
Congratulations, the doctor says. You're pregnant.
Congratulations, Misha says. You and I are getting married.