God of Crime: Strongest Mafia Boss



In the living room of a stylish mansion, two people, a young man and a woman, hugged tightly.

Driven by a potent blend of longing and anticipation, the young man leaned in closer to the woman. His lips, soft and gentle, brushed against hers, igniting a spark that sent shivers down their spines. With each lingering kiss, they shared a connection that transcended the physical realm.

After the first kiss, they stopped and gazed at each other.

Adam's heart pounded in his chest as he stood before Shuri, his eyes locked with hers, a magnetic pull between them. The air was charged with anticipation, and Shuri's face, flushed with desire, had lost all the anxiety she once had.

Her lips curved into a smile, a silent invitation to continue that stirred something deep within Adam's soul. With trembling hands, he reached out, cupping her delicate face, his fingertips tracing the contours of her jawline. His touch was tender, a feather-light caress that spoke volumes of his affection.

Time seemed to suspend as their faces drew closer once again, the space between them evaporating. Adam's breath mingled with Shuri's, their warm exhalations blending into a shared atmosphere of longing. And then, with courage born from the depths of his heart, he closed the remaining distance, his lips gently brushing against hers.

In that fleeting moment, the world vanished, and their connection became the focal point of their existence. Their kiss was a symphony of emotions—a delicate crescendo of desire, tenderness, and possibility. It was as if their souls, entwined in a dance of destiny, had found their perfect rhythm.

The sensation was electrifying, sending waves of warmth and exhilaration coursing through Adam's veins. He felt Shuri's response, a reciprocal surrender to the allure of their connection. The taste of her lips, soft and supple, awakened a thirst within him—an insatiable desire to explore the depths of this newfound intimacy.

As their kiss deepened, time regained its momentum, and the world around them slowly filtered back into their consciousness.

When their lips finally parted, Adam's eyes met Shuri's, shimmering with a kaleidoscope of emotions. In that silent exchange, unspoken words hung in the air, promising a future intertwined with endless possibilities. They stood on the precipice of something beautiful, their hearts open to the magic that fate had orchestrated.

As they gazed into each other's eyes, Adam and Shuri knew that this kiss was just the beginning, and Shuri would hesitate no longer.

And so, in the embrace of destiny's dance, Adam and Shuri embarked on a chapter that would shape their lives—a chapter illuminated by the lingering sweetness of that first, transformative kiss.

Now a hunger rose deep in his heart. He did not wish to stop only at this point, and neither did Shuri.

They had come too far to stop now, and nothing short of a calamity would make them stop.

His hands moved with purpose, delicately removing Shuri's garments. The air crackled with a sense of heightened sensuality as each article of clothing fell away, revealing the curves and contours of her body.

When she finally stood in front of him, clad in nothing but her black panties and small nipple protection, he felt like he had been struck by a hammer.

Under the clear moonlight, he could observe her in all her glory, and what he saw made him realize that even his wildest dream could not clearly imagine what he was seeing.

She had delicate skin, her proud body showing large curves with no sagging whatsoever, making her akin to a work of art.

"You are beautiful."

Still dazed, Adam muttered, causing Shuri to stand a

 little straighter, clearly happy with his compliment.

"Where did your vocabulary as a gigolo go?"

She was quite embarrassed by her current attire, but she couldn't help but tease him a little. After all, she had a dignity to uphold.

"I think that hundreds of words would not be enough to do justice to what I am seeing."

"Then what about a thousand?"

"You want me to write an essay?"

"Why not?"

Adam chuckled and approached Shuri before hugging her once again, then with a simple movement,

"Ah..."

Ignoring her startled cry, Adam took her in his arms in a princess carry and started to walk towards her bedroom.

"After this, I believe I will have enough material to write an entire memoir about you."

Adam did not know why, but he felt both very giddy and very calm. A part of him that was now used to matters of the flesh allowed him to keep his calm, but at the same time, the fact that the one facing him was none other than Shuri made everything seem like a dream.

After all, she had been his childhood crush for quite some time. He thought he had outgrown it, but it seemed like this was clearly not the case.

"I am not too heavy?"

Shuri asked with a worried expression as Adam walked up the stairs with her in his arms. No matter what, she was an adult woman. Seeing Adam lifting her so casually and walking with no difficulty surprised her.

"You are as light as a feather."

He could literally lift hundreds of kilograms with absolutely no problem, much less a human.

Finally, they reached her bedroom.

The grandeur of this room was exemplified by the centerpiece—a queen-sized bed, commanding attention with its regal presence.

The bed, adorned with ornate carvings and intricate detailing, stood as a testament to exquisite craftsmanship.

Adam raised an eyebrow at the presence of this bed.

He was definitely sure that this was not the one that had been present in her room the last time he came here.

'Did she already prepare for this moment?'

Shuri blushed, moving her head away hoping that Adam would not notice the unnaturalness of her expression. Finally reaching the bed, Adam placed Shuri slowly on top of it as if he were handling something extremely fragile that could break at any moment.

Then leaning down, he kissed her again.

A magical night was approaching.