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23. A Lie For A Lie
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Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 24. Just Smile And Nod
My lips turn down in pure, unfiltered annoyance as I stare at the stranger in the mirror.The girl staring back at me is wearing a dress that could start wars—or end them.Long. Black. Lace. And fucking see-through.It clings to my curves like it was sewn with sin in mind, the hem pooling near my ankles and slit high enough to start rumors. There’s lining, sure—but only in the places that barely count. Nude-toned silicone nipple covers cling to my breasts, pretending to be modesty. Petal pasties, the stylist called them, like naming the damn things something soft and delicate makes them less demeaning. Beneath the dress, a matching black lace thong rides low across my hips, barely qualifying as underwear.Everything else? Bare. Exposed. Vulnerable.I might as well walk into this mysterious party naked.Still. I won’t give my forced husband the satisfaction of showing my discomfort.I smooth my hands down my waist, fingers brushing over the slick lace with a touch I want to be dismissi
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-08Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 1. Hellbringer's Brand
The air stinks of blood and gunpowder—sharp, metallic, suffocating. My left shoulder’s soaked in it, hot and sticky, where it seeps through my shirt. Some of it’s mine. The rest… I don’t have time to care. My head’s still ringing from when one of those Holt bastards slammed it into a metal shelf, and my arm is on fire. The bullet skimmed me good. But I’m still standing.Still breathing.Still moving.The box digs into my ribs with every step, each breath punching against the bruises blooming beneath my skin. The safe’s tucked under my other arm, heavier than it should be for its small size, slick with something warm and suspiciously chunky that I refuse to look at.We hit the stairwell hard—boots pounding down rusted metal steps like a military drum. Each one shudders up through my bones. Behind us, doors slam open. Voices roar. Footsteps hammer closer.“Down the alley,” Ryker barks, shoving the door with his shoulder, gun leveled. “Go!”We burst into the night like hellhounds on the r
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-23Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 2. Roses Don’t Grow Here
The SUV slices through the night like a blade through velvet—silent, sleek, merciless.Inside, it’s quieter than death.I sit in the back, spine stiff, fists clenched in my lap to choke down the tremble trying to claw free. Hellbringer won’t see it. I won’t give him the satisfaction. My shoulder’s a blaze where he twisted it. My ribs grind with every breath. But it’s the burn in my chest that hurts the most.Betrayal.Ryker’s voice still ricochets in my skull. You’re a weight we can’t carry.Now I’m here. Not rescued. Not killed.Just taken.Hale Holt sits in the front seat, motionless. No words. No glances. Just moonlight carving hard lines across his profile, one hand on the wheel, the other resting near a holstered gun like it’s an extension of him.I wonder what would happen if I lunged for it. How many seconds would I last?Would he kill me before the barrel cleared the holster? Or would he wait—just to watch me fail?The city fades behind us, swallowed by darkness. The streets gr
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-23Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 3. A Union In Blood
The walls don’t echo like your typical empty space. But the silence suffocates, pressing in tight like a second skin stretched over raw nerves. It fills every inch of this windowless box until the air tastes sterile and still, like a hospital after the last heartbeat stops.I’ve memorized the room. Every inch of it. Counted the cracks in the tiles beneath my boots, the scratches on the metal edge of the bedframe, and the slow, uneven drip of the sink that refuses to fully shut off. I’ve cataloged every breath I’ve taken since he left—every shallow inhale, every slow exhale I use to keep from screaming.Sleep doesn’t come again. Not in this place. Not with adrenaline still humming through my veins like electricity wired wrong. Not with betrayal curled up inside my chest like barbed wire.And rage. Always rage.I’m not used to being caged. Not like this. Not by someone whose voice makes my skin crawl and my blood simmer. Someone who makes my spine itch to snap just to spite him.But I wo
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-24Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 4. The Devil's Contract
The woman finishes her work without fuss, returning each brush and compact to its sleek little case like she’s tidying away scalpels after surgery. Her movements are automatic, detached, yet so well-rehearsed they hum with disinterest. She smooths the silk across my shoulders with a final tug that feels like sealing a coffin.Her eyes meet mine in the mirror only once, a fleeting glance void of empathy, and then she turns and disappears through the door without another word.I’m left alone with my reflection. Or maybe just what’s left of it.The girl staring back at me isn’t mine anymore.She’s a lie stitched together with war paint and silk. A silhouette of control. Immaculate. Composed. No one will notice her pain.And tonight, she’s expected to smile with a loaded barrel pressed to the back of her pride.The handle turns behind me. I don’t flinch, but every muscle locks up. I know it’s him before he even steps inside.Hale moves like a nightmare slipping through daylight—silent, sur
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-28Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 5. Ink And Ashes
Everything passes like a blur.It’s what happens when survival mode kicks in.I answer every question tossed my way with vague nods, tight smiles, clipped words that barely scrape the surface of polite conversation. I let Hale lead me through like a well-trained pet, smiling when I have to, laughing when I’m expected.All while my brain fractures behind my eyes, every beat of my heart a warning.I don’t think about Belle.Because if I do, the panic claws its way up my throat until it feels like I’m choking on it.I don’t think about my brothers or my father either, because when I do, emotions flicker—hurt, rage, betrayal—all fusing into something sharp enough to cut me from the inside out.I focus on breathing.On staying upright.On doing whatever the hell it takes to survive this nightmare night without unraveling.Before I know it, it’s over.The guests start to file out, each handshake and feigned smile leaving a little more of my soul scraped raw. The grand hall empties, the heav
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-28Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 6. The Devil's Wife Wears Lace
The explosion rips through the silence like a gunshot.I jolt awake—no time to think, no time to breathe. My body moves before my mind catches up, launching out of the bed in a blur of instinct and adrenaline. The sheets tangle at my feet as I tear free of them, landing hard on the floor with my heart thundering in my throat.There’s someone in the room.A man.Standing at the edge of my bed, holding a knife.My blood turns to ice.And then it boils.I hurl myself at him with a feral cry, my shoulder colliding with his chest. He staggers back, surprised—but I’m already moving again. First, an elbow to his jaw with a crunch, then a brutal knee into his stomach. He doubles over with a grunt, dropping the weapon.A glint of metal hits the floor.“Ma’am, if you please—” he wheezes, then falls into a coughing fit.I ignored him, my focus zeroed in on the weapon—a butter knife, of all things.I don’t care.He’s in my space and trying to attack me.And he’s about to regret it.He tries to sp
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-29Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 7. Buried In Black
I dress like I’m heading to a funeral.Not his. Mine.Black slacks—tailored, high-waisted, tight at the hips. A lacy black top that clings to my skin in all the places Hale’s eyes linger too long. Sheer sleeves. A neckline I left unbuttoned out of spite. My heels are tall enough to snap a man’s confidence. Good. Let them echo. Let them draw blood.I leave my hair down—long, dark waves tumbling past my shoulders, heavy and loose and untamed. I don’t touch makeup. Don’t conceal the faint purpling under my eyes or the rage carved into the set of my mouth.He doesn’t deserve a mask. He doesn’t deserve anything.By the time noon rolls around, I’ve already paced half a trench into the floor. No one’s come to collect me. No tray. No threats. Just silence and the slow, boiling simmer of my own thoughts.Then—Knock. Twist. Open.She enters like a storm.The maid. The sharp-tongued one from earlier, with zero patience for my bullshit.“Well, thank God,” she mutters, eyeing me. “You’re dressed
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-29
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Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 24. Just Smile And Nod
My lips turn down in pure, unfiltered annoyance as I stare at the stranger in the mirror.The girl staring back at me is wearing a dress that could start wars—or end them.Long. Black. Lace. And fucking see-through.It clings to my curves like it was sewn with sin in mind, the hem pooling near my ankles and slit high enough to start rumors. There’s lining, sure—but only in the places that barely count. Nude-toned silicone nipple covers cling to my breasts, pretending to be modesty. Petal pasties, the stylist called them, like naming the damn things something soft and delicate makes them less demeaning. Beneath the dress, a matching black lace thong rides low across my hips, barely qualifying as underwear.Everything else? Bare. Exposed. Vulnerable.I might as well walk into this mysterious party naked.Still. I won’t give my forced husband the satisfaction of showing my discomfort.I smooth my hands down my waist, fingers brushing over the slick lace with a touch I want to be dismissi
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 23. A Lie For A Lie
The silence between us is a taut, fraying wire about to snap when Hale’s phone rings.A sharp, jarring tone that slices the air and lands like a gunshot between us.His eyes flick to mine—dark, unreadable—but there’s something in the lines of his shoulders that tightens before he even answers. He pulls the phone out slow, thumb dragging across the screen. When he turns away to take the call, it’s not out of manners or consideration for others.No—It’s war prep.“Talk,” he growls into the phone, voice dropping to that razor-edged tone that commands men who kill on command and breathe orders like oxygen.I don’t move. Don’t breathe—I can’t. Not until I hear the faint creak of leather as he paces away from me, steps slow and controlled.“Yes,” he snaps. “North warehouse.”Warehouse.My pulse flickers, a spark jumping between synapses. I keep my face blank, my posture loose, but inside every nerve sits upright.He listens, silent but seething. His jaw flexes once. Twice. And then his next
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 22. Blazing Fire
I don’t even get the chance to breathe before it happens.One second I’m standing there, pissed and pulsing with the remnants of that damned game, and the next—He moves.So fast, so sudden, I barely register the blur of muscle and motion before Hale grabs me by the waist, spins me, and slams me chest-first onto his desk. The air whooshes from my lungs with a grunt, the cold, polished wood biting into my ribs.I curse, my hands bracing against the edge of the desk, but then I feel it—him.His body presses flush behind mine, his crotch grinding slow and firm against my ass like he fucking owns me.My breath jerks in.No. No, no, no.I try to lift my torso, but his palm finds the center of my back and pushes down, flattening me. My cheek scrapes the cool desk surface as his other hand spreads possessively across my hip, holding me still. Heat roars up my spine. Shame and lust war like fire and gasoline.His voice drops low, velvet and lethal. “If I remember right,” he murmurs, so close
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 21. Dark Flames
The door slams against the wall behind me with a violent crack, loud enough to rattle the paintings.Every step I take toward Hale’s office desk is powered by fury, by the storm that has been howling inside my chest since the moment I opened this goddamn box and found the severed hand wrapped in silk and stinking of violence. The box is clutched in both hands, my knuckles gone white with how tight I’m holding it. My fingers ache, nails biting into the wood as I close the distance.I’m halfway to him when the sight of him hits me like a sledgehammer to the lungs.Hale Holt is a goddamn disaster.He’s reclined in his oversized leather chair like he owns every inch of this room, this city, this planet. Bourbon glints in the half-empty crystal glass in his right hand, the bottle beside him drained past the halfway mark. The collar of his shirt is gone—no, not just the collar. The entire thing is hanging open, sleeves rolled to the elbows, buttons undone and forgotten. His bare chest is on
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 20. Shock Therapy
Cali’s pov.A knock rattles against my door.I stay still in bed, one arm draped over my forehead, the other curled tightly around my waist. The silence after the knock stretches, thick with meaning. They know I’m awake. They always do. But I don’t answer, because low and behold—the door opens anyway.Footsteps enter, tapping slowly and quietly against the marble floor. There’s a pause, then movement toward the center of the room. I push myself up, spine aching from the tension I’ve carried through the night.The man standing by the table is the butler I attacked days ago, under the impression he was there to harm me.The same one who flinched when I breathed too close. He hasn’t forgotten. His body gives him away. His shoulders are high, neck tight, hands trembling slightly as he lowers the silver breakfast tray onto the glass table at the foot of the bed.His eyes flick toward me once. Disgust. Fear. Caution. All of it flashes across his face before he quickly looks away. The bruise
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 19. When The Devil Pays A Visit
Hale’s pov.I jerk off in the shower. Once. Then again.Neither time works.She’s still there. Still under my tongue, wrapped around my thoughts, burned into the backs of my eyes. It’s not lust. Lust is shallow. This is need. This is rage and obsession coiled tight beneath my skin like a parasite that feeds off memory. I grip the edge of the sink and breathe through my teeth.I want her.Right now.Bent over the sink. Against the wall. On her knees. On mine.Instead, I’m here. Outside this cesspit of a mansion that smells like sweat and sin, standing under a sky that won’t stop weeping. My coat’s soaked through. Doesn’t matter. I don’t feel the cold. I’m too full of heat and hatred.Marcellus.The bastard was easy to find. They always are, if you follow the right trail of blood and dollar signs. I didn’t even have to try. His name came up in three different conversations before I started asking the right questions. A man like him thinks he’s untouchable. That kind of arrogance leaves
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 18. Dazed
I’m down to just a bra. My arms cross instinctively over my bare stomach, but my legs stay tightly twisted, hiding what’s left of my modesty. The alcohol has dulled the edges of my anger, but it’s sharpened everything else—my nerves, the heat in my skin, the pulse in my core.And Hale. God, Hale.He’s so close I can smell him—whiskey, sin, and a promise of ruin I should know better than to crave. His gaze dips again, brazenly, to the swell of my breasts pushed up by black lace. His smirk curves like he’s already won.“Deal’s a deal,” he says lowly, that gravel-rough voice scraping across my skin.I hate how my nipples respond, pebbling against the sheer fabric. Hate how my thighs clench under the table. Hate how I want him to look.“Fuck you,” I mutter, but my voice is too breathy, too unconvincing.“Maybe later,” he says, leaning back in his seat with infuriating ease. “But first…”I huff, cheeks burning as I reach back and unclasp the bra, peeling it from my skin like it weighs ten
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 17. Victory Rush
I’ve never hated cards more in my life.Another round, another loss. I toss down my hand with a muttered curse, grinding my teeth as Hale leans back with his usual smugness stretching across his carved face like victory was inevitable.Because of course it was.I’m down to a bra and a pair of sweatpants that sit too low on my hips. Barefoot. No hair tie. I already handed that over like some desperate peasant bartering scraps. The lace underwear they put me in earlier barely counts as clothing. It’s thread-thin, sheer in all the worst ways, and I’m certain the bastard across from me has noticed. Especially when his eyes—those calculating black holes—keep flicking to my chest.My nipples are hard. They’ve been hard since the first round. Not from arousal, not at first—just the cold, the nerves, the sharp edge of humiliation. But now, I’m not so sure. My pulse throbs too high. My skin’s too flushed. Every time his gaze drops and lingers for a second too long, my body reacts in ways I hat
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 16. Black Steel
The hallway we walk down is colder than the rest of the house. Less polished. The walls are rough, unfinished concrete, and the hum of the lights overhead buzzes like it knows I’m walking into another trap.Hale doesn’t speak, and I don’t ask where we’re going. I already know whatever’s waiting is meant to break me in some new, inventive way.We stop in front of a black steel door, scratched and dented like it’s seen a few fists and maybe more. He keys in a code, then pushes it open.The room we step into is… strange. Cramped. Too clean in some places, too neglected in others. There’s a thick velvet curtain half-drawn over a boarded-up window. The floor is a mismatched mess of cracked black-and-white tiles, and the walls are a deep maroon, like dried blood. A low round table sits at the center of the room, with two chairs placed opposite each other. A single bulb hangs overhead, its yellow glow flickering just enough to make me uneasy.In the far corner, there’s a bar—sleek, almost ou
