Tempting The Mafia Don

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Valentina POV

The waterfront reception buzzed with fake smiles and sharper knives. Crystal glasses clinked, but all I could hear was the roar of blood in my ears. I stood near the marble fountain, my emerald dress hugging every curve, when Cristiano stepped into the center of the room with her on his arm.

Isabella Rossi.

His fiancée.

She was pretty in that cold, polished waytall, blonde, wearing a designer gown that screamed money but did nothing to hide her lack of fire. Cristiano introduced her formally, his voice deep and steady. “My future wife, Isabella Rossi. Our families are uniting for a stronger Naples.”

Applause rippled through the crowd. Cameras flashed. My stomach twisted hard, but I forced a smile. He looked straight ahead, controlled as ever, but I caught the brief flick of his dark eyes toward me. Just a second. Enough.

Engaged. The word burned. Politically, they said. No love. No passion. I didn’t care. That ring on her finger meant nothing to me. Cristiano Moretti was going to be mine. I would make sure of it.

I sipped my champagne, letting the bubbles settle my nerves. At twenty-six, I had never backed down from what I wanted. And I wanted himhis powerful body, that ruthless mouth, those hands that could break men and pleasure women. I imagined him f*****g me against the wall while his perfect fiancée waited at home. Hard. Deep. Claiming.

Bianca appeared beside me, quiet as always in her black silk. Her eyes were fixed on Cristiano and Isabella, something intense flickering behind them.

“Did you see that?” I whispered, leaning close. “He introduced her like she was a business deal. Because she is.”

Bianca nodded slowly, her voice soft. “Yes. He did.”

I turned to her, gripping her arm. “I’m not giving up, Bianca. That kiss at the gala? The way he looked at me? There’s heat there. Real heat. I’m going to tempt him until he breaks. I’ll make him forget her name while he’s buried inside me.”

My sister’s expression stayed calm, but her fingers tightened on her glass. “He’s dangerous, Valentina. A Mafia Don. Engaged now. Publicly.”

“I know,” I said, smiling fiercely. “That’s what makes it exciting. I refuse to give up. He needs passion, not this ice queen. I can give him everything, my body, my fire, my everything.”

Bianca glanced at me, then back at Cristiano. For a moment, I thought I saw agreement in her eyes. Secret, deep agreement. “You always get what you want,” she murmured. “I understand.”

Her words felt supportive on the surface, but there was something else there. I pushed the thought away. Bianca was my sister. She would back me. Or at least stay out of my way.

Cristiano moved through the crowd with Isabella on his arm. She smiled politely, but her touch on him looked forced. When they passed near us, I stepped forward, bold as ever.

“Congratulations, Don Moretti,” I said smoothly, letting my voice drop low and seductive. “Isabella, you’re a lucky woman. Not many can handle a man like him.”

Isabella’s smile tightened. Cristiano’s gaze locked on mine. Heat flared between usraw, undeniable. His jaw clenched, and I saw the muscle tick. Good. He felt it too.

“Thank you,” Isabella replied coldly.

Cristiano nodded once, eyes never leaving my face. “Valentina Russo. Always direct.”

“Life’s too short for games,” I said, letting my eyes trail down his broad chest. I imagined ripping that shirt open, running my nails over his tattoos, tasting the salt on his skin as he thrust into me. My p***y clenched at the thought. “Especially when something better is waiting.”

His fiancée stiffened, but Cristiano didn’t look away. For one electric second, the rest of the room faded. It was just suspension thick enough to choke on. I wanted him to drag me out of here, push me to my knees, and let me worship that big c**k until he lost control.

Bianca touched my elbow lightly, pulling me back a step. “Valentina,” she whispered, a warning and support mixed together.

I smiled sweetly at Isabella. “We should all have dinner sometime. Sisters love getting to know new family connections.”

The words were innocent. The look I gave Cristiano was not.

They moved on, but I felt his eyes on my ass as I turned, the slit in my dress flashing thigh. My body was on fire. I refused to give up. Engagement or not, he would be mine.

Later that night, back at our family villa, I paced the living room. Bianca sat on the couch, watching me with those quiet, intelligent eyes.

“I meant what I said,” I told her, stopping to pour us both wine. “I’m not backing down. That engagement is a joke. He doesn’t look at her the way he looks at me. Did you see his face when I spoke? He wants me, Bianca. He wants this.” I ran my hands down my body, emphasizing every curve.

Bianca took her glass, sipping slowly. “He does seem… drawn to you.” Her voice was soft, almost too calm. “I saw it too.”

I sat beside her, clinking our glasses. “Then you agree? We support each other. Help me get closer to him. Distract the fiancée if needed. I know you’re smarter about these things.”

She met my eyes, and for a second, something dark and secret passed between us. “I agree,” she said quietly. “You should go after what you want, Valentina. Pure passion. No holding back.”

Relief washed over me. My sister was with me. Secretly, fully on my side. With Bianca’s clever mind helping, Cristiano didn’t stand a chance.

I leaned back, letting my mind wander to filthy places. Cristiano’s strong hands on my hips, pulling me onto his thick c**k. His low groans as I rode him hard, my t**s bouncing, his mouth sucking marks onto my neck. Isabella could never give him that. Only I could. Only we could, if it came to that.

“I’ll text him tomorrow,” I decided. “Something innocent. A business lunch. Then I’ll make sure it turns into more.”

Bianca nodded again, her expression unreadable. “Be careful. But yes… don’t stop.”

The engagement might be public, but it changed nothing for me. Cristiano was the devil of Naples, cold and ruthless. I would tempt him until that ice melted and he claimed me with all the raw lust I knew burned underneath.

Bianca finished her wine in silence. I felt closer to her than ever. Sisters united. At least, that’s what I believed.

Little did I know how deep her own obsession ran.