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Chapter 25 | Dinner With The Devil

Author: Crimsontaless
last update publish date: 2026-05-07 02:08:24

Grace

I sat at the long, dining table with my hands clasped tightly in my lap, trying not to shake. The heat was still lingering on my skin from earlier, Adrian’s hands on my ass, his filthy promises, the terrifying dogs.

Every time I shifted, I remembered how easily he had lifted me, how safely and possessively he had carried me back inside while I clung to him like a lifeline. My cheeks burned with shame.

Adrian pulled out the heavy chair at the head of the table with effortless power and sa
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  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 25 | Dinner With The Devil

    GraceI sat at the long, dining table with my hands clasped tightly in my lap, trying not to shake. The heat was still lingering on my skin from earlier, Adrian’s hands on my ass, his filthy promises, the terrifying dogs. Every time I shifted, I remembered how easily he had lifted me, how safely and possessively he had carried me back inside while I clung to him like a lifeline. My cheeks burned with shame.Adrian pulled out the heavy chair at the head of the table with effortless power and sat down, then patted the seat right beside him. I hesitated only a second before sliding into it. Being close to him felt safer than being across from him. His presence dominated the entire room.He turned his head and looked at me. A light smile curved his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. It was the smile of a predator pretending to be tame- scary, calculated, and full of dark promises. “Bunny, relax,” he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough. “Nothing’s going to happen to you when I’m here.

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 24 | Psychotic Dog

    GraceThe moment Adrian turned his attention to whoever was on the line, I scrambled off the bed, heart pounding so hard it hurt. My hands shook as I snatched up my discarded clothes and yanked them on as fast as humanly possible. The fabric felt rough against my still-sensitive skin, my nipples still swollen and aching from his mouth and my core shamefully wet and throbbing.I barely had the sweater on when I heard the soft beep of him ending the call.“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” The sound was low, mocking, and far too calm. “I wasn’t done with you yet, bunny.”I spun around, glaring at him with every ounce of fury and fear churning inside me. “You think this is a game? You drag me here, force a ring on my finger, touch me like you own me, and expect me to just… spread my legs and thank you?”Adrian’s eyes darkened, that dangerous mix of jealousy and raw obsession flaring hot. He stalked closer, still half-undressed, shirt open, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the ink that marked hi

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 23 | Owned

    Grace“Strip,” Adrian said calmly, his voice a low command that vibrated straight through my bones. I froze on my knees in the center of that massive bed, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted to escape. He tossed the cufflinks onto a side table. They clinked like bullets hitting marble.“You have ten seconds to take off every stitch you’re wearing,” he continued, voice dropping into something dark and velvet and lethal. “Or I do it for you. And I won’t be gentle.”My mouth opened- to scream, to curse, to beg…..but nothing came out. He stepped forward, rolling his sleeves up to the elbows with deliberate slowness, revealing powerful forearms corded with muscle and covered in intricate ink- saints, skulls, Latin phrases that looked like both blessings and curses. His eyes never left mine, stormy with jealousy, rage, and a hunger so deep it terrified me. “Ten,” he began counting, unbuttoning the top of his black shirt. I clutched the hem of my sweater, fingers trembling.“Nine

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 22 | Strip

    Grace“What the hell is wrong with you?”He didn’t look at me at first, one hand gripping the wheel tightly, knuckles white with tattooed skin stretched taut. “What’s wrong with me?” he repeated, voice dangerously soft. “You. You’re what’s wrong with me, Grace. You walked into my world and ruined me. Now I can’t think straight unless I know exactly where you are. Who you’re talking to. Who the fuck is looking at you.”The car sped up, leaving the city behind. His next words were pure dark obsession. “You’re in my head every second. Your scent, your voice, the way your body fit against mine when I kissed you. I beat that bastard Ryan half to death for daring to get close, and still you ran to his bedside. Do you have any idea what that does to me? I want to chain you to my side so no other man ever gets the privilege of your smile again.”I crossed my arms, trying to ignore the way his possessive words made my pulse throb. “This isn’t love, Adrian. This is insanity. You don’t own me.”

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 21 | Taken By Him

    GraceThe air in the room thickened instantly. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Grace,” Adrian’s voice was low, rough, dripping with lethal calm. “What the fuck are you doing here?”Ryan tensed beside me. “This is my hospital room. She’s visiting me. You need to leave.”Adrian didn’t even glance at Ryan. His burning gaze stayed locked on me, intense enough to make my skin prickle and my thighs clench involuntarily. That same confusing heat from earlier flooded through me again- fear mixed with something far more shameful. Excitement.“I asked you a question, baby,” Adrian growled, stepping inside and closing the distance in two powerful strides. He towered over both of us now. “Why are you sitting here holding hands with this piece of shit who clearly didn’t learn his lesson?”I stood up quickly, my legs shaky. “Adrian, stop. He’s hurt. I came to check on him because he got beaten up because of me.”“Because he touched what’s mine,” Adrian snarled, finally sparing Ryan a deadly gla

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 20 | Disobedient Little Bunny

    Grace I sank deeper into the worn couch, my fingers ruffling through my messy hair as if I could somehow untangle the chaos Adrian had left inside my head. My cheeks still burned. The ghost of his possessive kiss lingered on my lips- hot, demanding, and far too consuming. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel his large hand gripping the back of my neck, the way he had claimed my mouth like he owned every breath I took.Stella paced in front of us, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “That man is evil. Straight-up scary. Did you see his eyes? Like he could snap someone’s neck without blinking.”Kristy sighed dramatically, throwing her head back against the cushion. “Evil or not, he doesn’t look like he’s planning to leave us- leave Grace alone anytime soon. That man has his sights locked on her like she’s his next meal.”Michele shot me a worried glance. “Grace? You okay over there? You’ve been weirdly quiet since he left.”I stayed silent, staring at the floor. My heart was sti

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 10 : Adrian Valente

    GraceThe library lights buzzed overhead. The harsh and yellow lights made my eyes sting. I rubbed them hard, then rubbed again, trying to focus on my half-finished project slides glowing on my laptop screen. Tomorrow was the deadline. The last submission before finals and I was nowhere near done.

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 7 : The Lion’s Den

    GraceMy heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them. My eyes widened at the sight of him. He was coming down the stairs.Each step was deliberate and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world because he already knew I wasn’t going anywhere. Each step he took seemed t

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 9 : Chasing Me

    GraceUniversity felt like torture today.My head was splitting. It was the sharp, pulsing pain right behind my eyes that hadn’t stopped since I woke up. Every time I moved, it throbbed harder, like someone was tapping nails into my skull. I hadn’t slept. I could not. Not really. All night my mind

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 12 : He Owns Me

    GraceOne second I was clinging to Ryan, shaking so hard my teeth chattered, tears soaking his shirt. The next second the world flipped. A hard shoulder slammed into my stomach, air punched out of me, and the pavement disappeared beneath my feet.I yelped, high and panicked as my hands flew to push

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