Beautiful Secret: The Mafia and His Maiden, Book 2, page 1
Beautiful Secret
The Mafia and His Maiden: Book Two
Wanitta Praks
Wanitta Praks Media
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The Mafia and His Maiden: Beautiful Secret
Author: Wanitta Praks
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Contents
Reading Order
About Beautiful Secret
1. His Home
2. A Personal Maid
3. Thunder and Lightning
4. Not Jealous
5. Contemplation Part 1
6. Contemplation Part 2
7. Back in Your Arms
8. A Nightmare From the Past
9. Take You to Haven
10. His Secret Haven
11. The Secret Necklace Part 1
12. The Secret Necklace Part 2
13. Regrets and Resolution
14. The Secret in Wisteria Cottage
15. His Secret Revealed
16. This is Reality
Epilogue: The New Plan
Side Story 1: Gian’s Diary
Beautiful Lie
Maid to the Mafia
A Mafia’s First Love
Sweet Entrapment
Baby Be Mine
Boss Lady
Let Me Love You
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About the Author
Reading Order
Amelia, from The Mafia and His Maiden series, and Jenny, from Maid to the Mafia series, are sisters. Their stories run parallel to each other. Although these series can be read as a stand alone, for a better reading experience, and to understand how these two stories are connected, read these books in the following order:
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1: Maid to the Mafia: Totally Captivated (free to download)
2: Maid to the Mafia: Totally Alluring
3: Maid to the Mafia: Totally Intoxicated
4: Maid to the Mafia: Totally Devoted
5: The Mafia and His Maiden: Beautiful Hell (free to download)
6: The Mafia and His Maiden: Beautiful Secret
7: The Mafia and His Maiden: Beautiful Lie (pre-order available now)
8: The Mafia and His Maiden: Beautiful Love (coming soon)
About Beautiful Secret
The Mafia and His Maiden: Book Two
Amelia Stone
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Choices. Each choice leads to a consequence. What would my consequence be if I choose to be his woman?
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Nikolas Lorenzo, billionaire of Lorenzo Corp. He used to be the man I despised. He’s taken everything away from me and ripped me away from the only world I know. But during the course of those few weeks we spent together, I feel a strong connection to him, my feelings akin to love.
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When he asks me to be his woman, I agree on the spot. But our relationship is still volatile and erotic. He is still dangerous and unreadable. Nightmares plague him. Secrets eat at him.
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What is this secret he’s hiding? Would he let me into his heart, or would he let this secret destroy us both?
Nikolas Lorenzo
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Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. That is one of the mottos Lorenzo lives by. And he did just that.
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Amelia Stone. She is the culprit who caused his brother’s accident. And he had brought her into his house, keeping a close watch on her, not realizing that during the course of those few weeks, he has developed feelings for her he didn’t know he was capable of.
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He now asks her to become his woman. She agrees. Her moves her to his new residence, but all isn’t as rosy as he thinks. Nightmares from the past chase him. Secrets he keeps hidden eat at him.
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Should he reveal these secrets to Amelia, or wait until it destroys them both?
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The Mafia and His Maiden: Beautiful Secret is the second book in The Mafia and His Maiden series. Heartrending, angsty, and filled to the brim with sensual smut scenes, this second book completes the second arc of the series.
Chapter 1
His Home
Lorenzo liked living in New York City, Dubai, London, and Singapore, the places where negotiations were made, and business contracts were signed. There was always a kind of underlying excitement, a thrill that ran through his blood whenever a transaction was made. But the feeling never lasted long, dissipating in seconds, until he found his next fix, the next business to go under, then he’d swoop in for the kill, like a king conquering new land.
The media did call him the King of Conqueror for a reason. He took it as a compliment. But far from the glitz and glam of the business life, he had only one purpose in life. And that was to reform his clan. He was the head of the Lorenzo mafia clan, a syndicate that governed the whole Chicago region, and it was his duty to make sure that when Gian, his kid brother, took over as head, the Lorenzo would be considered as one of the elites in today’s world. Their name would not be smeared by the bloodstain created by their previous generations. It was also his father’s wish before his last dying breath. And Lorenzo had made it his mission to see it to fruition.
And he was almost there. Gian was already in university, and on the heels of finishing his college degree in international business. Soon Gian would take over their family’s name and businesses. And Lorenzo would gladly step down for his brother to take over.
But soon never came soon enough. Gian was met with a tragic accident a month back. And Lorenzo’s purpose in life had crumpled in that split second. He had lost his last family member. He was now all alone. He would never get to see his brother open his eyes again. He would never get to hear his brother speak again.
The pain was unbearable. The world had collapsed around him. Every single person he loved had all left him. He had nothing left but to face the cold hard truth—he was the last remaining family member to lead the Lorenzo empire.
The last month had taken a toll on him, both physically and mentally. He’d gone batshit crazy, capturing his brother’s girlfriend, Amelia Stone, in an act of vengeance, because he had thought she was the culprit behind his brother’s accident.
But the only thing he had gained from that experience was more pain and heartache, because Amelia was nothing like he had predicted. She was an enigma, a fucking virgin, and oh so innocent at times, and he didn’t know whether she had put on an act or whether she was truly an innocent maiden.
But he’d fallen into her trap all the same. And now, through some mindfuck game of his own, he’d brought her here, to his secret place, his private residence, where only a few privileged people knew.
Lorenzo had never forgotten his roots. He’d never forgotten who he was as a person. Despite the lavish lifestyle he’d led, and the gradual change in his personality, from the quiet insecure boy to the cold ruthless mafia boss, at the end of the day, whenever he stepped foot on this land again, he reverted back to his true self, Tyler, the orphan boy with no last name.
This was the place where he’d grown up, among the other orphans and the matrons. This was also the very place where he had met his late father, Eugene Lorenzo, and got officially adopted into the Lorenzo family.
There were so many fond memories here. But the one memory he cherished the most was the time he’d spent with her. Rose. She was the first person he’d asked to be his family. She was the person he’d vowed to protect and love. But like all the people he’d loved, she was now gone. No matter how many times he’d asked the world to bring her back to him, she would never come back. Like the dead, they could never return from their grave.
But he’d learned to let go. He’d learned to live in the present. Even when those nightmares from his past came to haunt him. Like this morning. He’d woken up at four, that nightmare still chasing him. And the only way out was to run, run away from it all.
And so he ran, his feet eating up miles upon miles of green forest land, feeling only the thrill of the wind wisping past his face. Running was his calming effect. Running was his rejuvenation pill. And life was peaceful once again, when he was in motion, surrounded by nothing but nature.
He had managed to convince himself that he was okay now. If he only just focused on the present, then his world would right itself again. Let the future decide for itself, and as the
After the refreshing run, Lorenzo headed back to his mansion. He strolled past his English rose garden, inhaling the myriad intoxicating scents from those blooms. He was pleased he had invested so much time and money here. He’d informed his gardeners he wanted all varieties. And they did deliver, giving him thousands of blooms every year. And this season was even more spectacular, with all various colors out on full display. Lorenzo was happy.
He entered his mansion, greeted his staff along the way, and walked into his private bathroom. Going into the shower, he turned the nozzle and stepped into the spray. He closed his eyes and let the cool water wash away the sweat and dirt.
Thoughts of Amelia drifted into his mind. Would she like living here? This place was so isolated from the rest of the world. If no one knew where to look, they wouldn’t find them here.
Did he mean to isolate her from the world? He’d already taken everything away from her. Her past life was nothing now but a distance memory, and as for her future, he wished it would only revolve around him.
But would she be happy here? He reeled that thought back. Did he really care whether she was happy or not? He wasn’t in the business to care about people’s feelings. But Amelia had given him something he had thought he had lost forever. Emotion. She made him feel again. And he owed her that much. At least give her the basic necessity to enjoy life here.
Wrapping himself in a towel, he walked to stand in front of the mirror. He gazed at his own reflection, seeing those heterochromia eyes staring back at him. Left side blue, right side green.
Was he still a freak to the world? How about Amelia? Did she see him as a freak, too? Because he was a freak, wasn’t he? A conniving freaky bastard. And after what he had done to her, no one would deem him as normal.
What sane man would take his brother’s girlfriend as his own? What sane man would continue to crave his brother’s girlfriend’s warm pussy when he’d just taken his fill last night.
He should have felt guilty, but the feeling was exactly the opposite. He had never experienced such an earth-shattering, soul-connecting climax with any other woman until her. Amelia was the first to induce such intense feelings within him. And thinking about her now made him want to experience it all over again.
He dressed and exited the bathroom, going into his bedroom where he saw Amelia lying on his king-size bed, fast asleep.
Lorenzo couldn’t comprehend how such a beautiful woman could exist. She was so fucking beautiful it left him completely breathless. Her long brown hair was scattered around the pillow, and her cupid lips were swollen and bruised from his hungry kisses last night.
She looked so peaceful sleeping there, he didn’t want to wake her up. It must have been exhausting for her.
How many times had he taken her? Two? Three times? He couldn’t remember.
But he did remember feeling her soft skin beneath the pad of his fingers and her luscious brown locks fisting in his hands as he plowed his cock deep in her pussy.
Shit! His cock started stirring. Now he wanted her again. There was no limit to his desire. With her, he could fuck for days.
Lorenzo went to stand at the edge of the bed and slid the blanket off her. She was completely naked underneath, perky breasts and bared pussy exposed to his viewing.
Fuck! He was getting dizzy just looking at her. She was like a drug; the more he fucked her, the more he craved her.
How the fuck did he fall in so deep? He was so aroused right now, it fucking hurt.
But he had to take it slow. He had to remember she wasn’t some woman who had many experiences with men. She was new to all this. And he didn’t want to hurt her. That was clearly not his intention. She was a woman he was willing to cherish.
Lorenzo kneeled before her, like a servant worshipping his goddess. He picked her right foot up and started kissing her toes, her ankle, and all the way up her leg. Amelia moaned something in her sleep.
A soft smile played on his lips. She liked that. He was pleased that her body responded so well to his ministrations.
He gripped her ankles and pulled her down, her naked body sliding along the bed, until her legs were dangling over the edge. He spread her legs apart and opened her up, her sex exposed to his hungry eyes.
He was a starving horny beast, and he was salivating for a taste. He buried his face between her legs and took his fill, sucking at her nectar and clamping his mouth to seal around her opening.
He heard whimpering sounds coming from Amelia. He shifted his gaze and watched with fascination as Amelia was gripping the bedsheets, her forehead beading with sweat.
Was she dreaming?
Good. Let her dream. He wanted to appear in her dream so she knew she could never escape from him. He wanted to be the center of her universe. He wanted to be the only man in her life.
This last thought scared him. Would he be willing to stay with her for the rest of his life? Did that mean he loved her?
No. He’d never really believed in love. Love was something only normal people experienced. He was not normal. He was a monster. And a monster like him didn’t deserve love.
So what was Amelia to him then?
Lorenzo pulled back and assessed this question objectively. He watched as Amelia lay spread out, opening herself up to him. He’d seen this image too many times with his previous women. But what made Amelia different from them? What feelings did Amelia induce in him when they fucked?
Contentment. Satisfaction. And…
Peace.
He felt peace when he was deeply rooted inside her. He felt contentment when he was buried inside her. But there was also something else.
Connection.
He felt a strong connection with her. He didn’t know why, and he didn’t know when he felt this connection, but he felt it, a bond so strong, it was like an invisible force had tied him to her.
Was that why he had succumbed to her? Was that why he had rejected the idea of revenge and had taken her here as his woman instead?
Lorenzo seriously asked himself that question. And he found his answer.
He dropped his towel and stood between her legs, his cock already at full mast. He caressed her thighs before opening her up even further for him. Nudging at her entrance, he plunged in right to the hilt.
Amelia was his home.
Chapter 2
A Personal Maid
“Lorenzo,” I rasped, gripping on to the bedsheet for dear life.
I was in my dream again and my lover, Lorenzo, the man in my dream, was making love to me. His soft breath blew at the opening of my sex, making my toes curl and my mind fuzzy. I felt his large hands wrap around my thigh as he parted me open. I saw him, his face a beautiful mask filled with layers I couldn’t comprehend. But there was kindness in his eyes, and when he viewed me watching him, his eyes lit up.
I smiled, opening my arms for him to take me. He complied, leaning forward and burying his face between my breasts, taking turns nipping and sucking at my buds before trailing up my throat and onto my face. He took my lips, kissing me so passionately, I almost cried with the incredible pleasure he gave me. I watched him as he pulled back and positioned himself. I closed my eyes, wanting to feel all of him in me. He entered me and I…
