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Chapter 108

Penulis: Anne Lars
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**Snow**

Marcus laid a cloth on the floor, and that’s where we settled. He brought everything: glasses, utensils, plates, and drinks. I instantly caught the scent of carbonara. Just the smell alone was already mouthwatering.

“Hmm...” was all I could say as I tasted what Manang Lucelle had cooked.

“It’s delicious,” I added before taking another bite. I noticed Marcus staring at me.

“Nay Lucelle said it’s a new recipe. She was surprised you asked her to put pineapple in carbonara. But it actually tastes good,” he commented before taking a bite himself.

“But it wouldn’t be allowed in an Italian carbonara,” Marcus added.

“Well, most Italians hate pineapple, especially in their traditional dishes,” I replied.

I reached for a drink.

“Are you pregnant?” I froze, then looked at Marcus.

“I-I don’t know,” was all I could say before sipping the pineapple juice.

Awkwardness crept in. Silence fell between us. I couldn’t meet his eyes anymore. I felt uneasy around Marcus. A lot has change
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  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 109

    **Snow** “I want to go home,” I said softly to my husband while he was fixing his belt. I was still lying on the bed, my bare body covered only by a blanket. I didn’t have the strength to get up. The weight in my chest was already too much. “Home?” he repeated, glancing at me. His expression was firm and serious, eyes fixed straight at me. “Going home—back to the penthouse,” I replied, even though it was hard to meet his eyes. “Why... you can’t take it anymore?” he asked, his tone laced with accusation. My brows furrowed. “Can’t take what?” I answered, confused. I couldn’t quite understand where he was going with his question. “You can’t control your feelings anymore—that’s why you let another man into our room while I was gone,” he said coldly, directly, and sharply. I froze in place, eyes wide. How did he know? I slowly sat up, gripping the blanket tighter around me. My hands trembled as I looked at him. “I intentionally closed the door,” he said in a heavy tone. “But that

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 108

    **Snow** Marcus laid a cloth on the floor, and that’s where we settled. He brought everything: glasses, utensils, plates, and drinks. I instantly caught the scent of carbonara. Just the smell alone was already mouthwatering. “Hmm...” was all I could say as I tasted what Manang Lucelle had cooked. “It’s delicious,” I added before taking another bite. I noticed Marcus staring at me. “Nay Lucelle said it’s a new recipe. She was surprised you asked her to put pineapple in carbonara. But it actually tastes good,” he commented before taking a bite himself. “But it wouldn’t be allowed in an Italian carbonara,” Marcus added. “Well, most Italians hate pineapple, especially in their traditional dishes,” I replied. I reached for a drink. “Are you pregnant?” I froze, then looked at Marcus. “I-I don’t know,” was all I could say before sipping the pineapple juice. Awkwardness crept in. Silence fell between us. I couldn’t meet his eyes anymore. I felt uneasy around Marcus. A lot has change

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 107

    **Snow** “Ma…” I said as I reached the bottom of the stairs. My mother immediately stood up and rushed toward me, wrapping me in a tight embrace. I couldn’t help but feel uneasy and confused by her behavior. “Did something happen?” I asked hesitantly. She sniffled, and I gently pulled away from her. “Why are you c-crying?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Y-your dad… he’s dead,” she sobbed. My lips parted slightly in shock. “I only found out an hour ago. Someone told me that your father’s dead, so I rushed over to speak with you in person,” she added before hugging me again. I didn’t know what to say. I never wished for his death. Because, first of all, even though I hated him, he was still my father. And second, despite not being a good dad to me and Ice, he still reached out to our mom to ask about us from time to time. I let out a few deep breaths as I gently rubbed my mom’s back. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. I don’t know why… I was angry at that man, but it f

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 106

    **Snow**Demetri couldn’t help but blow out air and fan himself from the spiciness of our food. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at my husband."I told you to go for the medium level, but you didn’t listen," I said as he drank water."How can you tolerate the extra spicy? You’re not even a fan of spicy food, right?" he commented, looking at my plate."Who told you I’m not into spicy food?" I asked. I’ve been used to spicy since I was a kid, same with my sibling. Our mom raised us on spicy food—so used to it that we could eat chili as a side dish. Just dipping it in vinegar is already enough."Google," he replied shortly."What? Google? Did you actually search for it? You could’ve just asked me. No wonder you never cook spicy food for me," I said before taking a sip of water. I glanced at the time. It was only three o'clock."You’re not going to finish it?" I asked. He looked like he didn’t want to finish the Tteokbokki."I’ll take it, then," I said, grabbing the bowl. It would be

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 105 (SSPG)

    “Why don’t you start with a blówjob?” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “Show me what you’ve learned, honey,” he whispered. His belt hit the floor, and he swiftly unzipped his pants. “Kneel,” he commanded, his voice firm yet teasing. I obeyed without hesitation. Why would I resist? I’d asked for this lesson—a two-week crash course in the art of pleasure, guided by his careful instruction. As the last piece of fabric fell away, my breath caught, and my throat suddenly dry. I looked up, our eyes locking as he stood before me. His stance held no hesitation, no uncertainty... just pure, unfiltered hunger, waiting for me to satisfy it. “Open your mouth, baby girl,” he said, and I complied instantly. He guided himself toward my lips. It was massive. Honestly, I never got used to his size. I still don’t know how it fits. With my hands still bound, I traced my tongue over his sensitive tip, slow and deliberate. Demetri let out a sharp breath, his composure slipping for

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 104 (SSPG)

    "Done," Demetri said, making me turn to look at him. I secretly let out a breath. I’d act like everything was fine. Pretend I didn’t know anything. That was what I had to do. "Thank you," I said and was about to stand when he stopped me. "Let me tie your hair," he offered, which made me turn my head. "Why?" I asked, brows furrowed. "You know how to tie hair?" I asked skeptically. "Of course! I’ve tied your hair with my hands before though it was while you were doing something…" Demetri answered seriously before bursting into laughter when he saw the grimace on my face. "But I’m serious. I know how. My hair used to be long too—just recently had it trimmed," he added as he started combing through my long hair. "Is it okay if I braid it?" he asked, glancing at me. "Why not? If you really know how," I replied. He carefully started braiding my hair, each movement of his hands gentle and sure. When he finished, I quickly grabbed the tie and handed it to him so he could secure it.

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 103

    We had just started eating when I glanced at Demetri. He was peeling the lobster for me. A small, hidden smile tugged at my lips at what my husband was doing. “Thank you,” I said softly, and he gave me a sweet smile in return. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Marcus. His expression remained serious, but I knew his thoughts were elsewhere. I instinctively adjusted my posture, suddenly overcome by a familiar sense of unease. But my husband didn’t hold back. He was clearly being affectionate on purpose, making sure Marcus saw every moment of it; hoping to induce his jealousy. “Say ah…” Demetri coaxed gently. I paused, staring at him as he held out a spoon toward me. “Ah…” he repeated. He wasn’t going to stop unless I gave in, so I did. I took a bite and chewed slowly. I couldn’t help watching Marcus. It was obvious from his eyes, he was uncomfortable seeing Demetri and me like this, sweet and close. And I knew Demetri was doing it all deliberately, just to remind h

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 102

    I gently pulled down his pants. I couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in his mànhood. I even swallowed hard at the sheer size of it. “You want to touch it? Don’t hesitate, it’s all yours, honey,” Demetri coaxed, clearly teasing. “Cut it out,” I said, brushing him off before unwrapping the cloth on his thigh. No wonder he was having trouble walking—he had a wound there too. I went on to clean it, applied the medicine, and wrapped it again with fresh cloth. “Take me to the bathroom,” he requested after I helped him back into his pants. “You’re taking a shower?” I asked, curious. “I want to pee,” he replied. I helped him stand and walked him to the bathroom. While he was peeing, I decided to wash my hands. “It’ll probably take a while for your wounds to heal,” I said calmly. “A bit. Why? You missed it already?” His words made me frown. “Missed what?” He grinned and pointed at his manhood with his lips. I rolled my eyes at how dirty his mind was. “Stop it already. I

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 101

    **Snow** "Your wound is swollen," I said as I finally removed the bandage wrapped around my husband's body. There were still a few wounds scattered across his skin. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity, though I tried not to show it. I was still angry at him. It seemed like he never stopped putting himself through pain. His earlier wounds had barely healed, and now here he was again—injured all over. I took a cotton ball and dabbed it with Betadine. Gently, I cleaned his wound. As I focused on tending to him, I couldn’t ignore how Demetri’s eyes never left me. His stare made me uneasy. "God, you're so beautiful," Demetri whispered admiringly. My eyes instinctively met his. His gaze dropped to my lips, and I saw him swallow hard. "Am I really that beautiful?" I couldn’t help but ask. "You're perfect, Snow," he murmured, his voice laced with undeniable desire. His eyes drifted from my lips down to my chest, prompting me to shift in my seat. I was only wearing a white tan

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