Seduced: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 1

Eliza Stout

My Mafioso Boyfriend Libro 1 · Eliza Stout

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 "Your friend reads the papers, I see..." 
Tara is on her way to work one morning when fate (and a little bit of irresponsible driving) brings Anthony DiSorrento into her life. 
"Tony" is charming, handsome, and irresistible. 
Tara soon finds herself knee-deep in his flashy and seductive lifestyle. 
Behind all of the money and glamour, however, lurks a dark secret that could prove to be much more dangerous than heartbreak. 

Strange Desire - Part 2, Dangerous Lust - Part 3, Strange Bedfellows - Part 4, and Satiated - Part 5 (conclusion) are also available!

WARNING: This story contains exhilaratingly sexy & graphic scenes. It is intended for mature audiences only! 

Excerpt: 
The entire time he was speaking he never really looked at me. He was still examining both of the cars closely to be certain that no serious damage had been done. I slipped back to my car to get my automobile insurance information out of the glove compartment, and while I was hidden behind the open driver's side door I quickly stretched and flattened out the rumpled outfit I had thrown on for work that morning in my depressed stupor. I combed my hand through my hair a couple times until I realized that it wasn't doing much, checked my teeth in the rear view mirror and then reappeared with my insurance card in hand. This time he looked up at me. 
His eyes met mine head on and I froze in place. They were a dreamy dark caramel color, and seemed to be infinitely deep, like dark brown pools that would not come to an end no matter how long you stared into them. I could feel the tiny blonde hairs on my arm prickle up. 
And then he smiled. 
"I'm Anthony, by the way," he said, extending his thick hand to me. 
"T... Tara," I managed to spit out as I reached out to take his hand. His grip was strong and firm, but just gentle enough to clearly be in full control while not imposing on or hurting me. "H... here's my info," I stuttered. 
He raised an eyebrow at me, still smiling with those straight white teeth. "Are you alright?" 
I managed to regain my composure again. "Yes, yes. Sorry. I'm just a little shaken up from the accident." 
"I see. You aren't hurt are you?" 
"No, no. I feel fine. Just startled is all." 
"Alright, well look. Here's my number." He produced a small business card from the inside pocket of his jacket. "You give me a call if you need anything, but this seems like a pretty straightforward one. The insurance companies should be able to figure it out." 
I took the card and glanced at it for a moment before slipping it into my pocket. It read 'Anthony DiSorrento' and said that he was Vice President of Capitol Waste Disposal Services. 
"Shouldn't we call the police?" I asked. 
He furrowed his brow when I said this. "No. There's no need. You seem like an honest girl. Right?"

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 Eliza Stout lives at her quiet home in Phoenix, AZ with her two cats, Ace & Gizzy (brother and sister). She spends her free time painting and hiking as much as possible, and the only thing she enjoys more than reading steamy literature is writing it!