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Total pages in book: 30
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I spent months observing his club. Finding what happens in each room. And I desired to make that our reality. I wanted to immerse us in the world he had before me. A way to remind him that the world before me was still real but I could in fact do it better.

I want all his pleasures. Just as much as he wanted mine.

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Prologue

EMELIA

Marriages are a complicated entity, especially when married into the biggest crime organization in the world. The Mafia. As the Regina of the Seattle Mafia, I Emelia Rene Valiente am married to a man so ruthless outside the walls of our home and even more in our bedroom.

When I met Nico Dante Valiente, I hated him. In fact, I was supposed to end him. Take him down and burn his empire. Once I was inside, however, the narrative changed. I was on my knees at his feet. Hating the man while being summoned by desire at his strong hands. My plus size body felt weightless in his overpowering muscular arms. The scars on his skin from a life of crime, only enticed me to salivate over what he could survive in order to unleash a chaotic lust on me every night when he crawled into our bed.

The world out there was terrifying, but Nico wouldn’t dare be caught dead. Because death means he loses me. Loses my love, but also my lust. He would be bruised and knocking on death’s door and still he would be between my thighs, reminding me that I am his and he is surviving close calls because I own his soul. His entire being.

Outside these walls and life before me, however, often creeps up in my mind. Nico owns a large sex club. Filled with rooms of different pleasures and never once has he taken me in there. What was behind those doors? Nico knew, because Nico tried all the women who came through or so he told me when we got married. Since our marriage, it has been just me. My husband had so many women before me, and I only had one man. My experience and sexual prowess had limitations in comparison to his. We make love and it isn’t for the weak and there is no doubt that it is more than fulfilling, but is it thrilling? Thrilling enough for him as it is for me. Nico could lay me down on my back and enter the same position nightly and I will always feel pleasure.

But would he?

Will I always be content? Maybe I wanted to try more, not because I’m bored or growing tired. No, it’s more for me to excite myself. To dig into parts of me and ignite fires that may be embers waiting to be fanned into a full inferno. Sexual pleasures are never just about what may curtail your curiosities, instead, exploration into worlds unknown. Discovering what you need to reach your full euphoric conscience. Tapping into your wildest imagination and entering your truest state.

Alas, I will take my ten years of marriage and what I have learned under his skillful touch and walk into a den of new worlds I can only imagine. What pleasures are waiting behind each door?

Chapter One

EMELIA

“Nico? The children’s teacher is here, would you like to take the morning off with me?” I announce, slowly opening my husband’s office door at the end of our hallway on the second floor of our penthouse. The children laugh downstairs, but it slowly fades out when I step into the soundproof space.

He sits there in his office chair, delectable while doing the simplest thing. In his suit. Nico rarely dresses casually for a day of work. In fact, casual doesn’t suit him as finely as Italian leather, silk, velvet, and Vicuna. He sits there sans suit jacket, with his one ankle propped on the opposite knee, his leather harness still adorns him as does his pistol in the holder. His silk black tie lays perfectly against his tight white button-up shirt, complimenting his defined pecs and abs. His long, veined hands are occupied. One hand holds a packet of papers, and the other one is up against his head. His thick, calloused from his pistol middle and pointer finger, settle against his full lips, quizzically. He studies the papers with great intent. His brows are drawn in and he wears a scowl. Nico isn’t angry, that’s his thinking face. His mind is running a mile a minute as he tries to either make sense of what he is reading or checking it for any type of flaws.

“Nico? My love?” I say again, my first time not enough to pull him from the immersive thoughts.

He clears his throat and drops the packet on his desk. “Mi dispiace, amore mia. My mind is wrapped in this new business plan.” He stands. I nod, understanding. Nico rounds his desk, his six-foot, bulky frame a contrast to my shorter one. I am a fat woman. Never been ashamed of it, even to this day, but no man has ever made me feel like a small piece of prey to a large dangerous animal, like my husband has. Nico was built for me. As I was for him. My palms twitch to touch the magnetic man. Every second of the past ten years has felt like this. Waiting on stolen breath for him to draw nearer to me so I can engulf him. Every day still feels brand new.

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Our marriage has become a monotonous routine. Work. Kids. Household. And sleepless nights. Wash, rinse, and repeat. But this Halloween season, I wanted to reignite the spark that has been dulled by the real spook—life.

And boy, was this Halloween season truly a spicy thrill. Theo made sure to use all of his tricks to satisfy me with his delicious treats.

What would he do to me this Halloween night? Spook me? Or hunt me down—in all the best ways, of course. I always loved a good haunting.

And they say Christmas is the best season.

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Chapter 1

Hanna

Her Halloween Desires

By CC Monroe

Hanna

The autumn air is one of my favorite things about Cherry Hill, South Carolina. Especially during Halloween time. Crisp leaves falling to the ground in hues of yellow, red, and orange. Everything has a scent of fresh air, trees, or apple crisp and pumpkin. And who doesn’t love Halloween?

As I watch the small town just on the opposite side of the window, I witness these things in real time, but my mind is stuck in another world. And if Brenda, my sister-in-law, doesn’t get here soon, I might just pour my soul out to the entire coffee shop of patrons, who don’t deserve that type of spook during Halloween.

I’m sipping my hot coffee, which has a harvest apple taste to it, and it warms me up a bit. Today is a tad chillier than normal, and my spine will randomly tingle. Wrapping my cardigan tighter around my thick stomach and generous chest, I think about Theo at home with our three-year-old daughter and our eight-month-old twin sons. This is what happens to me every day. I think of who we were when we met and how we are now as a married couple of three children.

We were fire—planets colliding and burning so hot that the entire universe would become ashes.

Now? Well, it’s more like a small flame—one that may start to flicker, but before we can add fuel to it, something interrupts, and it’s like we forget how to be… ignited.

“You ordered me something, right? It is so damn cold out there; my nipples are harder than an erection.” Brenda’s animated voice carries through the shop, and I giggle, not only because her choice of words always seems to hit just right, but the stares from strangers? That is a thrill.

Old Hanna? She would have climbed under the table and died of pure embarrassment. But now I just laugh. To know Brenda is to love her and all the crazy quirks that come with her.

“Brenda, always a joy. And yes, I got you a hot tea.”

“Oh, thank God. Hi, babes!” She pauses to bend and give me a side hug and a kiss on the cheek. I stand a bit and return the warm greeting.

“It’s good to see you. Sorry I’ve been MIA,” I tell her.

“It’s okay. I’ve been busy too. James and I have been traveling a lot. What about you? It's been two weeks since I last saw you, but it feels like months.” She sips her tea, eyeing me over the rim, and I feel my shoulders slump. I’ve been sitting on this since I had the twins, and I swear I have never needed this time with Brenda than I do now.

Brenda is my husband’s sister, and while I know there are boundaries I shouldn’t cross, I need her to take off the sister hat and put on my best friend and self-proclaimed therapist hat.

“That’s good. I’m happy for you, by the way,” I say, since I’m not completely selfish nor want to talk only about me and what I’m going through. Brenda and her boyfriend had a—what’s the nicest way to say this?—intense way of starting. The kind of start that truly made Theo’s and my love story seem like a walk in the fucking park. But now that the dust has settled and they’re living happily ever after—I mean, at least that’s what she’s led on—I’m happy to see her… well… happy.

“Thank you.” For a moment, she rolls her eyes, then slaps her head before continuing. “I’m so glad you and Theo came around to our relationship. I can’t believe it was that crazy in the beginning.”

I snort through my laugh. “Brenda, you have always been crazy. We didn’t expect anything less from you.” I shrug, and her brow lifts with an incredulous look.

“Really?” she implores, and I laugh.

“Fine, that was a bit much, but it got you two to where you are now, and Theo and I have no room to judge.” I throw my hands up in mock surrender.

“Speaking of my brother. What’s going on there? You seem a bit out of it.”

“Well….” I look around the café and then out onto the busy street. The clouds are rolling in, and it’s fitting for fall, Halloween, and all that comes with them. Those storm clouds match the ones rolling around in my head. The real torrential downpour though is inside my stomach that’s filled with knots and unease.

“We are in a rut, and I swear I’m about to rip my hair out and scream like a madwoman,” I blurt out.

“Oh, okay. Well then. Start from the beginning.”

“No trying to shrink me. It’s going to be more intimate,” I tell her, and she smiles deviously.

“Oh, you know I like intense.” She rubs her hands together before tossing her hair over her shoulder and doing what I can only describe as settling in.

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Deception.
That’s what my marriage was laced with. I had a job to marry the most dangerous man in all of the outfits—the Seattle Capo, Nico Dante Valiente. He wore blood on his hands as if it were part of his expensive suits. An accessory more defining than a Rolex.

But I needed to do the job for the future of my family, the Notellis. I knew who I was getting into this arrangement with, but I had no idea just how bad the wolf in my bed would be.

She drove me mad. Made everything I stood for seem dismissible. I wanted to break her, show her what it meant to be a Capo’s wife. This capo’s wife. If she was weak, then I looked weak. That simply wouldn’t do.

I would get her to submit—I just knew it. But what was she hiding behind those devious eyes? Would she try to threaten what I built?

She would have a death wish if she did.

Or would I be the one signing up for my own by letting her in too much?

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PROLOGUE

EMELIA

“It’s not a marriage of choice, Emelia. You have a duty to this family. Do you want to be the demise of it, or do you want us to reign?” my father seethes, his teeth clenching and spit flying from his lips.

Today is my twenty-second birthday, after four years of me flying under the radar. Most women in the mafia, or bratva, or any such bloodline are married off at eighteen. But there had been no threat. Not one. We had made peace with all the families in the other outfits.

Until now.

The Seattle boss has made himself known and is now the last standing enemy of my father and his reign. Nico Dante Valiente—the most ruthless man of his generation. Word has it, it only takes something as simple as looking at him or his men just a little too closely for him to make a bullseye of your temple.

Now, my father, Giuseppe Notelli, wants me to marry that dangerous man. But not to unite the families. Oh, no—no, that would be too easy. But better, he wants me to marry him as an informant, so my father can end their control in their territory and overtake it. Once they get me in, I’m to find out all the most intimate details, and they’ll kill Valiente, so my youngest brother, Sal, can take over, since he would be next in line.

Because women cannot reign.

But as the widow of the boss, my family would take over if Valiente doesn’t have any other family to claim his outfit.

“How will it be Sal who takes over if you take the man’s entire empire? He could have family, Father,” I address him, but not without some robustness.

My father has always beaten me, treated me like a human punching bag at times, and I’ve decided to run with the most popular motto around here—“If I go down, I’ll go down swinging.”

His eyes darken, narrowing on me.“You must learn to control your tone, Emelia Rene. He has one rule for marrying you.” My father pauses, lighting his cigar and stepping up to me.

As he exhales the smoke in my face, I hold very still, my expression remaining stoic. I will not let him see me crack.

“And what is that, Father,” I mock.

I see it coming but don’t move in time to avoid it. The back of his hand connects with my cheek, my entire head jerking sideways. This has me whimpering, and I hate that I let the sound out.

Never have I hated anyone more than I hate my father. He is no dad. He’s a beast, a monster, a phantom who haunts my days and my dreams. Once, the beating was so bad I had to be hospitalized, and when the staff started to question me, I was removed by my father and left to heal on my own at home. In fact, my broken wrist never did; the bone on the outer side still protrudes. You can see it never healed right, and it aches more frequently than not.

Holding my cheek where the skin is hot and most likely now bruised and scraped from the family crescent ring he always wears, I ask him, “What is the rule, Father?”

He laughs from deep in his gut.“That in the event of his death, you are never to remarry. He doesn’t like to share. Even in death.”

Those words make bile rise. I know I would be stupid to think my father would let me marry anyone outside of this world, but part of me hoped that maybe one day I would find a knight. The ones in all the fairy tales, they slay beasts, like my father. Maybe one would whisk me away to save me from the dangers that fall over my house—over my life. He would spoil me. Protect me. Guard me from the monsters in the night.

But alas, now I know that will never happen.

There was one who did for a time…but he got away.

I shake away the memory of my lost love, not ready to ruminate on that heartache.

“If his entire bloodline were dead, why would we need to live up to that?” I ask, my hand dropping and my eyes following its trail. Cowering, that’s what I’m doing, and I wish I could pull myself out of it.

“Because if other outfits see us not following a post-mortem rule of the fallen boss, then we would be labeled traitors, causing strife we don’t need. So, you will marry this man. He’s coming tomorrow to meet you. Cover the bruise and skip the meals between now and then. You’ll be lucky if he decides to still go through with it when he sees you.”

With that, he turns, and my eyes well with tears.

Why couldn’t I have a father who loves me?

One thing about the Italian mafia, it is nothing like the movies or what you read in books—at least my family isn’t. Not all men and fathers believe in protecting honor when it comes to women. Some do, but most… most treat us as if we are collateral damage or a means to an end.

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Advertisement His Christmas Vixen Read Online C.C. Monroe http://www.books2020.com/his-christmas-vixen-read-online-c-c-monroe Fri, 09 Dec 2022 21:32:28 +0000 http://www.teennovels.net/his-christmas-vixen-read-online-c-c-monroe Genre: Contemporary, Novella, Romance Authors: C.C. Monroe Advertisement

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Spending the Christmas Holiday snowed in with my sin of a Fiancé, has never been more thrilling.

Hanna and Theo are back with their Holly and Jolly Christmas night in. What awaits them this snowy night?

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Chapter One

Theo

“The storm is coming in. We aren’t going tonight, babe,” I yell up to Hanna, my fiancée, as she gets ready in the master suite of our rented cabin. I watch out the window as the snow flurries turn into a cascade of thick flakes that collect on the ground at a rapid rate.

“We’re New Yorkers… in New York, Theo. I think we can both handle a little snow.” She laughs with her response.

I smirk, her comment comical and accurate. My sister, Brenda, wanted to see New York for the holidays, since she’s never left Cherryhill, South Carolina for Christmas. We rented this cabin in upstate New York and had plans to spend tonight in the city, to eat a fancy dinner and then end the evening with a nightcap in a horse-drawn carriage ride around the snowy city.

But Mother Nature is angry outside and has other plans. No complaints for me, though. The idea of being snowed in with Hanna, the possibility of our service dropping so we can be completely unbothered—not one complaint would dare fall from my mouth tonight.

Besides, I have other plans of my own. Plans we have yet to get to, because my sister, mother, and dad have occupied all our alone time.

Why Brenda insisted on bringing my parents along is a choice I will not waste my time trying to figure out.

Every time my parents get together, it’s like watching the wild brewing of a war, and we’re all casualties. Part of me thinks my sweet but naïve sister, who still believes in true love, thinks she can fix my parents and bring them back together. As if she’s the divine intervention, the miracle worker, the all-powerful fixer of broken people. I feel bad for her most days, but then again, I think of all the talks we’ve had, all the warnings she refused to listen to, and I can’t help but let go and let be, I guess.

In time, she will learn. It's better I step away. Can’t scold her for being a meddler when I too would meddle in her business. Brenda is hardheaded like me, and the only way she is going to stop trying to fix my parents is if she learns that harsh lesson on her own.

“We lived in the city, where you can walk or take a cab or the subway when it snows. Not in the mountains, where you have to drive on fresh ice. We aren’t going, Hanna. I will call and tell Brenda we will go a different night and to shelter in place.” I pull out my phone, seeing I only have two bars. I better hurry before I have nothing left.

“Shelter in place. We aren’t in The Purge. Calm down, Theo,” she smarts back, and I grumble but dial my sister.

“I already know what you’re going to say. Mom and Dad already told me it’s not safe to go,” Brenda answers, and I hear the displeasure in her voice.

“Good. We have another two days on the trip. We have plenty of time.”

“Well, your cabin is just up the road from ours. You could come stay here tonight, and we can have drinks and play terrible card games. I bet I could beat you at most of them,” she offers, and I debate it, but the idea of being with anyone else tonight when all I want to do is be buried between my woman’s thick thighs and in her tight heat… that’s a game I’d much rather play.

“Not tonight. The snow is piling up at the door and around the rental car tires. Just get some rest, and we will make the most out of the next two days, okay?”

“Yeah, sure thing. We all know what you really want to do, you selfish man.”

My grin widens wickedly. "Goodbye, sis. I will see you in the morning for Christmas breakfast and presents.” I end the call and look out once more, seeing we’re surrounded by white mounds and a midnight-blue sky, with blackness beyond the trees. Closing the curtain, I walk to the fireplace and start to light it. The garland with lights and Christmas ornaments frames the red brick perfectly.

“Hanna, we aren’t going. My parents agreed as well. We can head for the city on our last day,” I holler over my shoulder, lighting a match as I drop to my haunches. It touches the wood and slowly starts to snap and crackle.

“And I’m guessing you aren’t feeling let down in the slightest. I would say you are more likely… elated? Aroused?” Her sensual voice comes from behind me, and I turn to say something mocking in return, but instead, words leave me, and my jaw does the only communicating—by hitting the goddamn floor.

“You tempting vixen. You thought you were going to wear that to dinner?” I eye her full, soft, and thick curves up and down, taking in every ounce of perfect flesh and material, or lack thereof. What a goddess. Wearing a red see-through bodysuit that hides not one part of her luscious body from me. Garters stretch from the bottom of the bodysuit, trail down her thighs, and snap onto sheer thigh-high stockings. Her blonde hair is curled and framing her face. That delicate canvas is painted in a smoky eye, thick lashes, and blush, which I know are going to bleed into one another when I’m done ruining her and fucking her like a goddamn plaything.

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We were warned about the seven-year itch. It never came —thank God. But nobody warned us about what can come between man and wife when life gets in the way. Kids, jobs, jealousy, and more. I was afraid the new woman he hired was going to fuel that jealousy inside me. She wanted him, and I knew it, felt it. I couldn't miss those green eyes looking him over as if he were prey. He was the most prominent plastic surgeon on the Vegas Strip; he saw beautiful women every day. But would this one, the leggy brunette who so obviously wanted to wreck the home I wasn't sure was already broken or not, snake her way in? Now I had to compete for the love of my life on the eve of our last attempt to save our marriage—our vow renewal ceremony. It was time to remind my husband I wasn’t just a mom and housewife. I was the woman who tamed the beast, and I’d do it again.
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Chapter 1

Scarlett

Eight years ago

“Pretty is the beginning. Perfection is the goal,” I whisper to myself in my visor mirror outside of Pierce Plastic Surgery Center located on the Las Vegas Strip. It’s a hot summer day, the blistering heat sitting at a thirst-inducing 106 degrees. I look my face over one more time, knowing I plan to have a consultation on my nose and my lips today.

The city of sin is what most people call it, but really, it’s the city of sin and beauty, and to make it here or find someone worthy, Mother always said, “You must do whatever it takes.” She tells me that daily with gusto. I’m only twenty-two, and I don’t think I look that bad. I’m no beast to look at, but I guess there are some things I could… fix up, if you will.

I have piercing blue eyes that most people compare to the Mediterranean Sea. My nose seems fitting for my face, but Mother points out the tip and how it curves up a bit too much. My lips are not small, but they’re not large and voluptuous. My blonde hair is mid-length, recently touched up at the roots, like I do every six weeks. I don’t dare go past the scheduled time or my mother will notice, and noticing me not keeping up with her ageless beauty isn’t something a Wells woman would do.

I would like to say I know where this all comes from—this deep-seated need to chase outer perfection, but Mother says it’s a choice, not a burden. Maybe her parents talked down to her? I don’t know; my grandparents passed when I was too young to remember.

Maybe my biological father? Who knows. He walked out the moment my mother said she was pregnant. Or maybe it really is just about timeless beauty and grace. Has this created heavy tension and strain in my relationship with my mother? Yes. But that wouldn’t matter to her. She’s too busy bouncing from husband to husband, the richest of the rich on the Las Vegas Strip.

Climbing out of the car, I’m greeted with instant heat, and not the humid kind; more like a blow dryer straight to your face. Adjusting my Louis Vuitton sunglasses, I grab the same brand purse and look myself over in the reflection of the car window. I went with a white bodycon dress and nude Louboutins.

I notice men looking at me as I make my way around the sleek all-black glass building, and I ignore the catcalls. I don’t want attention from men; it’s not my top priority. I have goals that live outside Mother’s demands that I maintain an appearance of straight perfection. I want to go to school, earn a degree in business, maybe own my own one day. Who knows. I bartend for now, four nights a week at Coyote Ugly, and I stash away those tips to hopefully get through business school without my mother’s help.

Mother would never let me go to school. Wells women don’t lift a finger; men do it for them. But that’s not me. I’m no shallow woman. I would like to distance myself and get a life of my own. Be free from this idea that I’m not allowed to step out of the squeaky-clean bubble Linette Wells created for me—better yet, forced me to climb into.

Entering the lobby, I enjoy the distinguished sound when the heels of my expensive shoes hit the even more expensive flooring. Straight ahead, I see the glass doors with the elegant writing Pierce Plastic Surgery Center. The heels clack on the floor, and with my head held high, I walk in the room as if I own it. That’s also something a Wells woman must do—command the room.

“Welcome! Are you Ms. Wells?” the receptionist summons me, and I give her a sweet smile.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Perfect. We see you filled out the new patient paperwork online, so all I will need is a copy of your license.” Her name is Rose, according to her name tag. Surprisingly, she doesn’t look at all like a receptionist who works here. Beautiful, of course, because all women are, but she’s older. Dare I say her sixties? It doesn’t look to me like she’s had work done, but I will say she’s aged beautifully.

Now that?

That is elegance to me.

Handing her my identification card, I wait patiently as she scans it in. Giving it back to me, she offers me some sparkling water, which I decline with a shake of my head.

“No, thank you. I’ll just have a seat. Thank you so much, Rose.”

She seems shocked at my politeness. “Well, you are very welcome, my dear. Dr. Pierce is with a client and should be finished in a moment. I will bring you back when he’s ready.”

“No rush.” With one more soft smile, I tuck my blonde hair behind my ear and take a seat on the plush white seat in the modern waiting room.

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