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50. Water Against Fire
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Beauty and the Mafia Beast 51. Guns & Roses
[CAMI]Two days later, I’m on the bed flipping through a new book I’m reading when Marco shows up. He doesn’t tell me where we’re going. He just says, “Boss gave me orders,” in that half-amused, half-serious way of his.I trail behind him through the hall, my bare feet padding over cold marble. For a second I imagine bolting, sprinting in the opposite direction, but the idea is laughable. Guards are everywhere. Besides, where the fuck would I go?When the door opens and the sunlight slams into me, I blink hard, squinting. “What the hell…”The backyard isn’t a backyard. It’s a kingdom. A sprawling nursery stretches out like it’s been there forever—rows upon rows of greenery, flowers lifting their faces to the sky, delicate vines curling up poles, pots lined neatly waiting for inspection. At the center, a glass greenhouse gleams, sun bouncing off its ribs.I walk forward without thinking, the grass damp beneath my feet. My throat closes, and for once, I can’t even swear. “These are—”
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 50. Water Against Fire
[CAMI]Sleep is a bitch.It teases me for hours, dangling the promise of rest just out of reach, despite the ache in my body and the mess my mind has become. I toss, I turn, I pull the sheets over my head, and then kick them off again. My skin still feels hot from earlier, from everything Zeke did, even though hours have passed. When it finally comes, sleep doesn’t last long.The bed dips, and a weight presses against my side. Then a solid arm slides across my hips, dragging me forward against a body I know too well already. I blink blearily, heart thudding in my chest, as Zeke buries his face between my shoulder and my chest. His nose brushes over bare skin.For a second, I think I’m dreaming him.But no—it’s all real. My lips part, wanting to ask where the hell he’s been. I thought I’d see him after Bianca left, that he’d come back like a storm to collect what he considers his. But he didn’t. Which means he went somewhere. Did something. And I don’t know what.I tip my chin down, me
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 49. The Cage Without Bars
[CAMI]I wait until Zeke’s footsteps fade before I drag myself upright. My limbs don’t belong to me anymore—boneless, trembling, liquid from the inside out. The tub that had been a rescue now feels suffocating, like I’m drowning in everything he left behind on me. I need the sting of hot water. I need the shower.Hauling myself over the porcelain edge is a circus act. My thighs wobble, knees nearly buckle, but I get there, palms smacking against the glass wall of the shower as I stumble in. The second the water pelts my skin, hot and clean, it hits me—I’m not drunk, I’m sex-drunk. And this? This sobers me fast.My breathing comes hard, fogging the glass where my forehead presses. My hands stay splayed, braced, because I know I’ll fall without them. And then my fingers trail lower, like my body can’t help itself. I close my eyes, remembering how Zeke’s hands had been everywhere. How he had been everywhere.The desk. My knees burning on that rug. The chair, his body a throne, and me stra
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 48. Blood, Sweat, Soil
[ZEKE] By the time I’m done with her, she’s a curled-up mess on the desk, light hair plastered to her face with sweat, chest rising and falling like she’s barely hanging on to her own breath. Good. She should remember exactly what I did to her every time she looks at this fucking desk.I wash up quick in the bathroom, and then splash cold water over my face. It doesn’t do shit. When I step back out, the air still reeks of sex—her wet heat, my sweat, the filth we made together. It clings to the walls, to my lungs. Makes me hard all over again.“Fucking hell,” I mumble to myself. Camilla doesn’t even twitch when I scoop her off the desk, just draws in a slow breath. Limp little doll in my arms, given up to me completely.I open the door and Marco’s there, leaning in the hall. He bows his head but I see the grin on his face. Bastard. She stirs then. Her arm snakes weakly up, hooks around my neck. Her face buries against me, lips brushing skin like she belongs there. I shift her higher
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 47. Made For Me
[CAMI]“You’ll come again, on my cock this time. And again after that. Until you can’t stand.”I whimper when he lets go of my hair, my cheek falling to the desk, breathing shakily. Only now I realise it's damp with tears. I actually fucking cried. That’s how good he felt—his tongue. This has never happened before. Zeke gives me a minute to breathe, to steady myself. But I feel like I’m floating in a pool of pleasure, thighs still shaking. Then I hear him say, “Tell me to stop, doll,” as his hands return to my hips, spreading my thighs wider again. I don’t, because I don’t want him to stop. Instead, I almost thank him. He never should have paused either. He pushes into me slowly, almost tenderly, stretching me around him until I’m clenching the edge of the wet desk, biting down on a cry.“Fuck, Zeke—”“That’s it, Camilla,” he groans against my ear. “Say my name like a prayer.”Every time he pushes in, he pushes deeper, and it’s never enough. “Look at you,” he breathes, pinning my
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 46. Worshipped by the Devil
Content warning: Explicit sexual content. Only read when you’re alone![CAMI]The sound that escapes Zeke’s throat when he hears what I want him to do is not human. He peels me off the wall, stumbles as he guides me to the desk. With the back of his hand, he carelessly pushes the folders from the surface, letting them plop to the floor in a scattered heap. With a smooth tug, he moves the laptop to the very edge, which concerns me, until I notice he still has his other hand across my stomach. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been and—I swear I’ll never forgive myself… and I swear I don’t fucking care.His hand doesn’t just shove me—it presses, like he’s making a point as my hip clips the edge of his desk and the rest of me folds over it. My palms slap the polished surface, my cheek scraping against the cool wood with a gasp.“Stay there.” His voice is a fucking command, but the way his fingers slide up the back of my neck, curling like a collar, makes it feel like something else enti
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