Page 1 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

Prologue: Raven

I can still remember the sight of his naked body, tanned skin, and toned muscles. And his dick that could pass for a horsewhip.

Even his name sounds sexy, just like the rest of him. He really did make last night unforgettable.

As I walk home after my night shift at the hospital, I’m too consumed in my thoughts of Ezra Marino.

I notice there’s a black SUV across from me, but I don’t think too much about it. The thoughts of all the things Ezra did to me last night are too much of a distraction.

I bring my hands from the pocket of my scrubs to push a strand of hair away from my face.

It’s like I can still see his girth, pulsing with promises of everything unholy. I can still feel him.

The raw hunger in his eyes as his skillful lips parted my drenched pussy and ate me out like no one else ever has. Not even my ex-boyfriend.

Ugh.

Carlos, my first and only idiot boyfriend, was unskilled in more ways than one. I didn’t even know my body was capable of achieving an orgasm until last night.

This stranger I’d known for only a few hours unleashed my hidden desires and made me feel like a woman.

Ezra Marino made me feel wanted.

It still feels surreal.

My core still throbs from the mere thought of our encounter. My breasts still yearn for his warm lips. My thighs want to feel his cum again.

It was just like I read in books.

How the unexpected one-night stand gives the female protagonist the best night of her life. Then, they part ways. To think I’d only ever heard mentions of his name as the owner of the famous Club Serenita until I saw him…

The hospital’s fundraising event at his hotel was where it all began.

Harper, my best friend, forced me to attend the event after claiming I needed to let off steam. Steam, in her words, meant working my ass off and barely getting time for myself. She wasn’t entirely wrong, so I guessed there was no harm in wearing a nice dress for a change.

Though I’d much rather bury my face between the pages of any romance novel. But a part of me knows Harper is right about my over-dedication to my job and career.

Since Carlos decided to have an affair, I had nothing left except my job and grand dreams of becoming a skilled general surgeon someday. If I didn’t have much success with men, I thought I might as well shift my focus to my career.

Yet, a certain green-eyed man has captured my thoughts and refused to let go of them. Without thinking, I’d let him have ownership of my body just for one night. It was very unlike me to let a man fuck my brains out when I’d only just met him. I might’ve taken Harper’s advice of ‘letting off steam’ to the extreme.

There was something irresistible about Ezra Marino I’ll bet every other woman would admit to. He comes with the full package, he’s devilishly handsome, and fucks like it’s his job.

The morning breeze of New York City raises the hair on my spine and whips my hair around. As I make a turn onto an empty street, my apartment comes into view at a distance.

I snap out of my thoughts when I notice the black SUV still following me. Strange. Instinctively, I quicken my steps to get home faster. But before I know it, I hear footsteps walk up to me until they obstruct my path.

Swallowing thickly, I raise my head to see two men wearing masks. They're tall and buff, towering a few good inches above my 5’5” frame as they move quickly towards me.

My throat constricts in fear.

Who are they? Thieves? Or…

“C-can I help you?” I stutter, slowly moving backwards as they both exchange glances, nodding in what I assume to be a silent order. Their heads are turned toward each other for a split second, and in that moment, I think of running.

Clutching my purse tightly, I turn to my side and prepare to make a run for it, but I don't get far. One of the men yanks the ends of my scrubs and pulls me into his vice-like grip. Then I’m suddenly hoisted up over his shoulder.

What the fuck is this?

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