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Chapter 32

Author: Anna
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-03 16:05:56

The Ponte Vecchio stretched across the river, dotted with tiny shops that looked as though they had sprouted from the bridge itself. Inside the jewelers’ windows, gold gleamed like captured sunlight, winking at passersby. Yasmine slipped her little digital camera from her bag, snapping picture after picture, her smile soft with wonder.

They lingered as the day stretched toward evening. She paused often, admiring paintings by street artists—raw, vibrant pieces that carried Florence in every stroke. She bought a few, and Luca promised his men would have them delivered safely to the penthouse.

All through their walk, Luca played the guide, pointing out historic landmarks and weaving stories of their origins. By the time they reached a little Italian trattoria tucked away on a quiet street, Yasmine’s heart was brimming with the charm of the city.

The owners, an elderly couple—Giuseppe and Luisa—welcomed Luca warmly, as though he were family. Respect shone in their eyes, and Yasmine notice
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    Yasmine POV I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The sheets cocooned us as we lay entwined, my fingers idly threading through the hairs on his chest. After the shower, he had taken me several more times until exhaustion left me weak and trembling in his arms. “When are we leaving tomorrow?” I asked, meeting his gaze. “As early as morning. Why? Don’t want to leave yet?” he murmured, tilting his head toward me. “The estate is so secluded… can’t we stay a little longer?” I pressed softly. “How about this why don’t you go shopping with Valentina tomorrow? I still have a few matters to take care of here. You can explore the city to your heart’s content.” His tone sharpened slightly. “But make sure you stick with the guards.” “Yes, sir. I will.” I smiled, but his eyes darkened in that way that always made my toes curl. He could be so intense at times, and in moments like this, I felt like the man has an even darker side to him. ******

  • The Mafia' s Bride   Chapter 36

    Yasmine POV I don't know who move first but before I knew it I had my arms wrapped around him. He clasped my face with both hands kissing my lips intensely. I wrapped my hand around his lengthening shaft and started moving my hand with firm,hard and fast strokes. He dropped his hands to my breasts, massaging and kneading them. I relaxed onto him stroking and kissing him leisurely. "Fuck!" He removed her hand and kneel before lifting one of her legs on his shoulders. He suck her clit into his mouth, while sliding two fingers into her pussy, His tongue swirled around her sensitive nub, teasing and sucking as his fingers pumped in and out of her slick heat. She gasped, arching her back and gripping his hair tightly."Oh god, yes!"she cried out, her hips bucking against his face.He growled against her flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her core. Adding a third finger, he curled them upwards, stroking that perfect spot inside her that made her see stars. His other hand

  • The Mafia' s Bride   Chapter 35

    Luca POV The drive back home was torture. Silence stretched thick and suffocating, but inside me it was anything, but quiet . Rage roared, sharp and violent, coiling with a hunger I couldn't take. My hands gripped the wheel so tightly my knuckles ached, but it was the only thing keeping me from reaching across the seat and taking what was already mine. She sat beside me, arms wrapped around herself, I said nothing, words would have been useless. I needed to get her home,away from curious eyes, away from anyone who dared to imagine they had the right to look at her the way that bastard did. When we got to the garage,I killed the engine, stepped out and open her door. My hands closed around her,firm and unrelenting. I did not give her the chance to refuse. She followed silent but I could feel the tremor in her hand. We stepped into the elevator, while she bristled with anger at my treatment of her but remained silent. The door to the penthouse opened. Valentina was waiting at the e

  • The Mafia' s Bride   Chapter 34

    My words only seemed to ignite him further. Luca’s jaw clenched, the muscle ticking violently as he stalked closer. His voice dropped even lower, colder, every syllable laced with venom. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Yasmine. I saw the way you looked at him. Sitting there, smiling, sipping your coffee like you wanted to entertain him.” “That’s not true!” I shot back, my voice cracking under the weight of his accusation. “He came to me. I didn’t do anything—” “Bullshit!” he roared, his hand slamming against the table so hard the espresso cup toppled and shattered on the floor. I flinched, my whole body jerking at the sudden violence. He leaned in close, his breath harsh against my face, eyes black with fury. “You think I don’t know men like Bellandi? You think I don’t know exactly what he wanted from you? Don’t play me for a fool, Yasmine. You don’t get to sit there and act innocent while he puts his fucking eyes on you.” Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I forced

  • The Mafia' s Bride   Chapter 33

    Yasmine POV Luca excused himself to the men’s room, disappearing toward the back of the restaurant. The place was quiet, almost too quiet—just Giuseppe behind the counter and me at my table, the only patron in sight. The soft clink of the entrance bell broke the silence. A man stepped inside, tall and commanding, dressed in a perfectly tailored Armani suit that seemed to carry the weight of old money and power. His polished shoes barely made a sound against the tiled floor. He greeted Giuseppe warmly in rapid Italian, their exchange too fast for me to catch every word, but I noticed Giuseppe’s eyes flick nervously in my direction more than once. A moment later, the stranger crossed the room with effortless confidence, stopping at my table. “Ciao, Signorina Fernandez?” The sound of my name startled me. My fingers froze around the small porcelain cup, the steam from my espresso curling between us. I lowered it slowly, meeting his gaze. “Ciao,” I answered cautiously. “Do I k

  • The Mafia' s Bride   Chapter 32

    The Ponte Vecchio stretched across the river, dotted with tiny shops that looked as though they had sprouted from the bridge itself. Inside the jewelers’ windows, gold gleamed like captured sunlight, winking at passersby. Yasmine slipped her little digital camera from her bag, snapping picture after picture, her smile soft with wonder.They lingered as the day stretched toward evening. She paused often, admiring paintings by street artists—raw, vibrant pieces that carried Florence in every stroke. She bought a few, and Luca promised his men would have them delivered safely to the penthouse.All through their walk, Luca played the guide, pointing out historic landmarks and weaving stories of their origins. By the time they reached a little Italian trattoria tucked away on a quiet street, Yasmine’s heart was brimming with the charm of the city.The owners, an elderly couple—Giuseppe and Luisa—welcomed Luca warmly, as though he were family. Respect shone in their eyes, and Yasmine notice

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