Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

[BOOK1] What are the odds that Gael would find himself as the Hero of a dark romance novel? After stumbling upon the book that he probably wouldn't have found if not because of his sister, Gael read the entire thing in one night. He found the book worthy of his mockery. It was absolutely ludicrous! He must find whoever wrote this absolute nonsense about him so he could show that person what he does to people who were deserving of his wrath. But what would he do when he finds out that the author of the book wants to keep her identity a secret? Will he expose her? Or will he use the secret to his advantage? ... "How dare she use me this way?" A menacing stare paints his face as he looks at the woman from a distance. "She likes writing romance novels so much?" he scoffed. "Then I'll give her the best damn story she would ever want to write." ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ Other Works: •Serendipity - A Chance Encounter (Complete-Ongoing revision) •Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress •Gabriella's Hellfire: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance (Book 2 of The De Luca Mafia Series) •Giovanni's Black Heart: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance (Book 3 of The De Luca Mafia Series) ~~~~~~~~~~~ Join me and follow all my socials: linktr.ee/nixxxie *Licensed cover image ~~~~~~~~~~~ Proofreader/Editors: Filledelisle Swaning

NixxxiE · Urban
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556 Chs


"Baby…" Gael nuzzled against Angela's nape, his scruff grazing her skin and sending tingles down her spine. She moaned and leaned into him when he cupped her breast through the shirt. "You might want to wake up your friend. Her flight will be in a few hours. You have to eat, and she has to prepare."

"What time is it?" she asked, tilting her head to give him more access.


She groaned, pulling the covers over her face and Gael's. "I feel like Thor's hammer came down on my head."

"Hurts that bad?" She nodded, and his hand snaked down her waist and past the cheek of her ass. "Let me relieve you. Hangover sex is the best remedy for that." 

Gael placed soft kisses on her neck—at a spot he knew she loved while his hot fingers made contact with her bare skin underneath her shirt—his shirt. A gasp escaped her lips when his expert fingers found her wet folds. She swore, just by having him next to her, she was always damp down there.