Mafia Bride's Kiss

Prologue

Las Vegas, the enchanting city of nighttime entertainment, captivates tourists worldwide. Music from luxurious casinos resonates inside and outside the premises, while women in glittering dresses flash seductive smiles at the guests. Yet none of this could rival the excitement surrounding the poker table at the center of the casino, where cheers erupted after every high-stakes movement.

In another corner of the casino, the atmosphere was equally electrifying. A sharp-featured man with dark brown hair and captivating gray eyes fixed his gaze on the woman beside him. Her luscious figure spilled out of a vibrant pink dress, and her flirtatious smile made the man melt on the spot. This drink-serving lady had agreed to spend the night with him for a considerable fee.

William, a well-known playboy and a regular at this casino, could barely contain himself in front of the alluring woman. He wanted nothing more than to scoop her into his arms and carry her to the suit he had reserved upstairs.

"I'll be right back," she said sweetly, flashing a mesmerizing smile before excusing herself and walking away. As soon as she was out of his sight, her alluring expression vanished, replaced by one of disgust. She stepped outside the noisy casino, its deafening clamor almost unbearable.

"Hey! I've been looking everywhere for you. What are you doing out here?" a voice called out, startling her. She turned to see a woman in a strapless black dress with auburn curls smiling at her warmly.

"Nothing. Just needed some air," she replied casually.

"Is that so? Here..." The woman pulled a small vial from her purse and handed it over. "I thought you didn't take clients. What made you change your mind? You've always refused. You hate even just sitting and drinking with them, let alone this."

"I just thought I'd try something new," the woman replied. "How do I use it?"

"Dab it on yourself. It's just a mild sedative," the other woman explained.

She nodded in understanding. "I'd better head back inside."

"Good luck," her friend said with a knowing smile.

The woman returned to the casino after being away for almost fifteen minutes. She approached William with a radiant smile and sat down beside him.

William leaned in, placing a diamond necklace around her neck. "Do you like it?"

"Is this for me?" she asked in a sweet voice.

"Of course," he replied. "If there's anything else you want, just let me know. I'll make it happen."

"Then I'll tell you," She said coyly, inching closer to him, "but not here. Carry me upstairs, and I'll whisper my desires to you."

Unable to resist, William lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the elevator.

"What's your special wish, beautiful?" William asked as the elevator ascended floor by floor.

She looked into his eyes with a sultry smile. "If I ask, will you give me everything I want?"

"Anything you desire," he replied confidently. "A house? A condo? A luxury car? Or a designer wardrobe? Just name it."

The elevator doors opened just as he finished speaking. He stepped out, casting a hungry gaze at her.

"Whatever you want," she responded with a sweet smile.

Moments later, they stopped at the door of his suite. William pulled out a key card from his pocket and unlocked the door. Without hesitation, he stepped inside, closing the door quickly behind them. He walked straight to the sofa, gently placing her down and leaning over her. His intense gaze made her heart race.

"Wait," she said, pressing her hand against his chest. "You haven't tipped me for tonight yet. Usually, your girls get their tip before anything else happens."

"I'll pay you later. Right now, I just want-" His voice trailed off, his desire evident.

"Sure," she said softly, feigning disappointment. Her tone made him pause. Relenting, he stood up, pulling out his wallet and handing her a generous sum of money.

She accepted the cash with a sweet smile, but as he leaned in again, she gently pushed him back. "Let me freshen up in the bathroom first," she said.

"Alright," William replied, reluctantly stepping aside.

In the bathroom, the large mirror reflected her stunning visage. She turned on the faucet, letting the cold-water wash over her hands. After drying them, she pulled a small brown vial from the hidden pocket of her pink dress. Opening it carefully, she dabbed the liquid on her neck, arms, and chest. With one last glance at herself in the mirror, she left the bathroom.

William, clad only in a towel around his waist, watched her approach with a smoldering look. He immediately swept her up into his arms and carried her to bed, wasting no time. His face buried itself against her ample chest, his lips grazing her skin as if savoring a gourmet meal.

"Why the rush?" she teased, her voice tinged with playful disapproval. "Do you have another woman waiting for you tonight?"

"No, beautiful. Tonight, I just want to spend a long, wonderful evening with you," he murmured, his hands moving to unzip her dress.

"Really?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes," he whispered, his lips trailing from her neck to her shoulder. "This is going to be an unforgettable night for us, my love."

But just as he buried his face against her once more, his breathing suddenly grew heavy. Within moments, he was fast asleep. She pushed his body gently to ensure he was fully unconscious, then exhaled a sigh of relief.

Quickly, she tidied her dress, gathered her belongings, and slipped out of the suite without a sound.