Snakebite
Copyright© 2026 by Lane Millz
Chapter 5: Alessia (Present)
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 5: Alessia (Present) - He thought he married a pawn. He invited a monster into his bed. Italian boss Nico needs an alliance, so he weds Irish mob princess Alessia. He expects a compliant trophy wife. Instead, he gets a lethal, unhinged predator who’d rather press a loaded gun to his jaw than obey. As their deadly power struggle ignites a twisted, obsessive passion, Nico realizes his feral bride is playing to win. A dark, high-spice mafia romance featuring a truly villainous heroine!
Caution: This Thriller Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Crime MaleDom FemaleDom Anal Sex Cream Pie Caution Revenge Violence
The gala was in full swing as I made my way over to the bar, the steady rhythm of the quartet blending with the low hum of conversation. It was like a damn theater of power and class—women laughing with champagne bubbling in delicate flutes, the men in tailored suits muttering about business and bloodshed.
I had attended events like this since I was a little girl, back when Da and Mama would dance, and Micki and I would try our hardest to look just like them. I knew the game. Everyone was happy, but everyone was pretending. They smiled over their drinks while plotting their next move, their next betrayal. Including me.
I signaled the bartender for a whiskey, twirling the smooth tumbler in my grasp. Micki returned to where Nico and my father stood, but I didn’t join them. I told him I needed a moment of quiet for myself, but Micki knew I was bullshitting. Reluctantly, he let me go, after making me promise to fill him in on whatever I was up to. So I sat at the bar and pretended to need a drink, but in all truth, I was waiting. I wouldn’t be alone, not for long.
I didn’t react at first when Marco slid into the stool beside me, his presence smooth, as if it was just coincidence he came to the bar. In reality, he had been anticipating this opportunity all night. He was too easy to predict.
“Didn’t think I would see you drinking alone. Surprised Nico let you out of his sight,” he murmured, flagging down the bartender for a drink of his own.
“Didn’t think you would have the balls to come sit with me,” I countered. I raised my glass in a mock toast, turning to face him. “Good for you.”
Marco smirked, chuckling slightly as he turned to me fully. “It’s always been one of my better attributes.”
I watched him, my eyes scanning his face. He was being careful. No touches, no obvious plays, playing the part of the ever-loyal soldier Nico thought him to be. No, he only betrayed his disloyalty with his words, well-placed without crossing any boundaries—not yet.
“Your balls?” I teased, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. “That’s a bold claim.” I made a point to let my eyes trail down his body.
Marco laughed out loud. “Those have been complimented too. But I was talking about courage.”
What a fucking joke. Marco had no courage, he was spineless. A coward, circling in on his best friend’s wife. Bravery didn’t move in the shadows, it was out in the open.
“You think you’re a big, bad, lion?” I taunted.
“Oh, I think a lot of things, Signora De Luca.” He paused, bringing his voice lower, quiet, measured. “Like how a woman like you deserves to be appreciated.”
There it was. Revulsion rippled through me. Marco didn’t truly want me, no. He didn’t know one thing about me other than what I looked like. He wanted what I represented. A prize to be pursued and won behind Nico’s back. Part of me wondered if his motivation was revenge or simply his pride. Had he always done this whenever Nico had someone? How could Nico ever trust someone capable of this type of violation?
My lips twitched into an amused smile. “Am I not?”
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