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Chapter 66 | Please Let Go

Autor: Crimsontaless
last update Data de publicação: 2026-11-07 16:35:56

Grace

The Polaroid fluttered to the carpet like a death sentence. Ryan on his knees and a…. Gun to his head.

Red ink screaming: Your move, Mrs. Valente.

I stared at it, at the terror in Ryan’s eyes, at the blood already dripping from his nose, and something inside me snapped like a bone. I shot to my feet.

“You bastard!” The word tore out of me, raw and vicious. I snatched the nearest thing within reach (a heavy crystal tumbler from the nightstand) and hurled it at Adrian’s head with every oun
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  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 66 | Please Let Go

    GraceThe Polaroid fluttered to the carpet like a death sentence. Ryan on his knees and a…. Gun to his head.Red ink screaming: Your move, Mrs. Valente. I stared at it, at the terror in Ryan’s eyes, at the blood already dripping from his nose, and something inside me snapped like a bone. I shot to my feet.“You bastard!” The word tore out of me, raw and vicious. I snatched the nearest thing within reach (a heavy crystal tumbler from the nightstand) and hurled it at Adrian’s head with every ounce of strength I had.He didn’t even flinch. The glass shattered against the wall behind him, shards exploding like ice. I stormed across the room, fists clenched so tight my nails cut crescents into my palms.“You think you can just- just play God with people’s lives?” I screamed, voice cracking. “You think I’m some doll you can dress up and threaten and fuck whenever you feel like it?” I reached him and shoved his chest with both hands. Hard.He didn’t move an inch. Just stood there, six-foot

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 65 | How Could You?….

    GraceThe second my eyes opened, I realized terribly. I was alone. Naked. Wearing nothing but the diamond ring that felt like a shackle. My pulse roared in my ears, louder than the ocean outside.I scrambled off the bed, legs still trembling from the weight of him, from almost of what he’d been about to do again. The sheets were warm where he’d been, and I hated how my body wanted to crawl back into that warmth.No.I snatched the nearby discarded shirt from the floor. My hands shook so badly I nearly tore the buttons. The ring caught on the fabric every time I moved, flashing like it was laughing at me.Why should I pay for my uncle’s sins? He stole. He ran. He left us to the wolves.He was gone, probably sipping cocktails on some island that didn’t extradite, and I was the one about to be caged and bred like a prize mare.I didn’t owe anyone. Only myself. I yanked the door open and ran.The hallway was a blur of marble and gold and oil paintings with eyes that followed me. My bare

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 64 | Agonizingly Slow

    GraceI whimpered the moment my back arched hard, the movement thrusting my bare chest forward until the soft weight of my breasts pressed against Adrian’s face. He groaned low against my skin, the vibration traveling straight through me, but his hand never stopped its slow, deliberate descent. Those long fingers slipped inside the soaked waistband of my panties with agonizing patience, teasing the sensitive skin just above where I needed him most.Two fingers rubbed along the slick outer folds of my pussy, spreading my wetness, stroking the swollen lips without ever giving me the direct pressure I was dying for. I trembled violently. My fists clenched against his shoulders until my nails dug into the expensive fabric of his shirt. Tears of pure overwhelmed pleasure spilled down my cheeks, hot and helpless. I was crying from how good it felt and still I wanted more- more pressure, more stretch and more of him inside me.“Fuck, look at this messy little cunt,” Adrian murmured, voic

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 63 | I Don’t Hate You….

    GraceI whimpered the second his finger brushed the soaked fabric of my panties. The touch was soft, almost deliberate in its gentleness, yet it sent a violent spark straight through me. My hips bucked forward on instinct, chasing more. Adrian pressed the pad of his middle finger directly against the swollen, poking pearl of my clit and rubbed in a slow, merciless circle. My eyes rolled back. A broken moan tore from my throat.“Adrian-”He leaned forward until my arched chest pressed flush against the hard plane of his. Those midnight eyes burned into mine, dark and devilish and completely in control.“It’s daddy for you now, little bunny,” he hissed, voice thick with lust. “Say it.”Heat flooded my face. Shame and need warred inside me until my cheeks felt like they were on fire. I tried to look away, but his free hand caught my jaw and forced my gaze back to his.“Say it.”“…Daddy,” I whispered, the word small and shaky and humiliatingly soft.“Louder.”“Daddy…”“Again. Properly.

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 62 | Tease….In The Air

    GraceDante froze in the doorway for half a second, eyes wide, before the door slammed shut behind him with a sharp crack that echoed through the room. The sudden silence that followed felt thicker than before, charged with everything that had almost been interrupted.I barely registered his exit. My mind was a haze of heat and need, the effects of whatever Adrian had given me still rolling through my veins like liquid fire. My top slipped from my fingers and fluttered to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my bra, the pale lace a stark contrast against the flushed skin of my chest. I was still straddling him, skirt bunched high around my hips, and the thick, hard ridge of his cock pressed right against the soaked center of my panties.A soft, needy whine escaped me as I shifted, bouncing lightly and deliberately, seeking more of that delicious friction. Every tiny movement made the damp fabric drag over my swollen clit, and the sensation was almost too much. I was leaking, I coul

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 61 | Her Torture

    GraceI was drowning in heat.Every inch of my skin felt too tight, too sensitive, like the air itself had turned electric. My breath came in short, shaky whimpers as Adrian’s hands trailed slowly down my arms. The metal cuffs clicked open and …. Cool air kissed the raw, aching skin of my wrists where the restraints had bitten into me. His thumbs rubbed gentle, deliberate circles over the marks, and the soft pressure sent another helpless sound spilling from my throat.I squeezed my eyes shut behind the blindfold, fighting to stay conscious, to stay angry, to remember that this was just another one of his traps. Another way to torture me into needing him….But my body refused to listen. The drink he had forced down my throat earlier still burned low in my stomach, spreading a heavy, syrupy warmth that made every brush of his fingers feel like fire.Slowly, shakily, I pushed myself upright on his lap. The movement dragged the damp fabric of my panties across the hard ridge of his cock

  • 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 3 : Forbidden Touch

    AUTHOR The air in Club thickened the moment Adrian Valente’s lips left Grace’s. Everyone was in shock and what Adrian Valente had said, sent shivers down their spines. “ You just made the biggest mistake of your life, Grace. “ Enough. Kristy finally found her spine. “Enough, Grace- you’re drunk,

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 2 : The Devil Follows

    Grace My heart skipped a beat and my pulse throbbed under his touch but I frowned the second his fingers closed around my wrist. It was warm and strong. Too strong.Like he could snap bone if he wanted to, but right now he was just… holding.I blinked up at him. My brain fuzzy from tequila and emb

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 1 : The Devil’s Gaze

    Grace “Oh my God, girls, it’s been forever since we did this!” Stella squealed and clinked her strawberry margarita against mine so hard pink liquid dropped over the rim. “No boyfriends, no drama, no curfews, just us, tequila, and terrible decisions.”Laila leaned back in the booth and twirled a s

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