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Chapter Eighty: Velvet&Fire
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2025-06-05 22:45:12
Jhumie_writesLucien and Emilia have weathered threats, betrayal, and shifting alliances, but power can’t protect them from emotional distance. This chapter is a moment of intimacy, vulnerability, and strategy all in one. Emilia steps forward not just as Lucien’s lover, but as the queen she’s becoming, wise, bold, and subtly dangerous in her own right. Lucien, for all his control, finds himself caught between admiration and desire. Their connection is more than just physical, it’s the bond that holds the kingdom together. Thank you for reading, and buckle up. The war may be brewing outside, but inside these walls… the fire is personal. 🔥❤️ —With love and sin, JW
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Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Eighty-One: Whispers in the Sheets
Emilia woke to heat.Not the kind from sunlight or warm sheets, but the kind that curled low in her belly, electric and spreading fast.She gasped, her back arching against the silk sheets as Lucien’s mouth worked her over with slow, devastating precision. His hands held her hips in place, tongue moving in deliberate strokes that made her thighs tremble.“Lucien,” she breathed, half asleep, dazed, still unsure if this was real.He didn’t stop. He looked up at her from between her legs, eyes dark and intent.“Morning,” he murmured against her, voice low and hungry.She bit her lip, toes curling. “You… God, this isn’t fair.”His chuckle vibrated against her clit. “I’ve been distracted lately. Let me make it up to you.”And he did.Again and again, until she was moaning his name and shaking under him, her release crashing over her like a storm.When he finally climbed up her body and kissed her, slow, messy, and full of heat, she was breathless and smiling.“Good morning,” she said weakl
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Eighty: Velvet&Fire
Lucien pushed open the door to the master suite, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt with one hand. He wasn’t expecting anything unusual, just darkness, maybe the soft breath of Emilia already asleep beneath the covers. The night had been long, burdened with whispers from Navarro and the ever-present stench of ambition from lesser men.But the moment he stepped into the room, the air shifted.The lights were dimmed. Candlelight glowed on the vanity. The fireplace crackled low, throwing warm gold across the bed and the marble floor. But it wasn’t the fire that stopped Lucien in his tracks.It was her.Emilia stood at the foot of the bed, her body wrapped in deep crimson lace. Thin straps curved over her shoulders and disappeared into a bodice that hugged her waist before giving way to garters and sheer stockings. The lingerie was decadent, delicate yet powerful, seductive without asking for attention.She wasn’t waiting passively. She was standing still, watching him, daring him.Lucien
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Seventy-Nine: Whispers of the Vulture
Lucien had never trusted silence.Not the kind that filled a room after a storm, or the pause before a shot was fired, but the silence that came wrapped in civility. The kind that settled when too many men smiled at once. The kind Raúl Navarro carried with him wherever he went.Lucien sat in his office, eyes fixed on the fire crackling in the hearth, when the knock came.Julio entered, sharp as ever, though tension clung to his shoulders.“Navarro is here,” he said. “He’s asking to speak with you.”Lucien didn’t look up immediately. He reached for the tumbler of bourbon at his elbow, swirled it once, then finally turned his gaze to Julio. “That man shows up unannounced, as always. Did he say why he’s here?”“No. Only that it’s important, and that it concerns information you might want to hear.”That earned a slight shift in Lucien’s posture.Raúl Navarro didn’t come bearing gifts. If he was here, it was either to peddle lies or beg for crumbs.Lucien stood. “Send him in.”Julio nodded
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Seventy-Eight: The House Of Masks
The house had grown quieter since the summit.Not in the obvious sense. Guards still moved through the halls, weapons slung across their shoulders; Julio’s voice still echoed from Lucien’s office when he argued strategy late into the night. But the silence felt different now. Intentional. Studied.Emilia felt it in the way conversations stopped when she entered the room. In the way some glances lingered too long', or not long enough.Someone inside these walls was betraying Lucien.She could feel it.But if there was even a chance that the traitor had ears in the right places, she couldn’t risk tipping her hand. Not yet.So she smiled. Observed. And started playing the game in silence.She began her mornings earlier, walking the hallways before Lucien even stirred from bed. A silk robe wrapped tightly around her, bare feet on cold marble, she’d pass by the kitchens, the training yard, the armory. Listening. Watching.The staff had learned to acknowledge her now, but just barely.Espec
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Seventy-Seven: Royal Blood and Broken Vows
The estate of Santiago de la Cruz was not built for men like him.It loomed over the valley like a relic of a time before greed had names and crime wore silk. Old stone, iron gates, and a silence that whispered of blood soaked into the roots of the land. The guards didn’t search him when he arrived. They didn’t need to. Men like the Vulture didn’t get this far unless the king inside allowed it.He adjusted his cufflinks as he was led through arched corridors, past statues of saints and sinners, each one cracked by age or battle. Santiago’s legacy. Etched in stone. Revered in silence.The Vulture hated it.Because it reminded him of what he didn’t have.No name carved in marble. No bloodline. No sons who bore his mark. Just ambition and a tongue sharp enough to carve kingdoms from empires.He was ushered into a grand courtyard, where Santiago de la Cruz sat beneath an olive tree, dressed in linen and shadow, sipping espresso like a man who had never once spilled blood, though the world
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Seventy-Seven: Secrets in Skin and Shadow
Lucien didn’t speak a word as they walked back to their wing.Every guard they passed along the way stood straighter, stiffer, as if sensing the storm that still brewed under his skin. His grip on her hand was ironclad, tight, possessive, but trembling ever so slightly. She could feel it in his palm, that silent fury laced with something else. Fear. Not for himself…For her.That realization struck her harder than she expected.The man beside her, ruthless, calculated, and always in control, had been scared.Not because she defied him.Not because she slipped past his guards.But because he thought she’d been taken.Abducted.Gone.Emilia kept her gaze forward, but her chest ached. She hadn’t meant to scare him. But still, the weight of his silence haunted her.When they reached the doors to their room, Lucien pushed them open with a swift flick of his wrist. The guards followed behind them, Matteo and Diego, who led the team assigned to keep her in sight, their faces carved from ston
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