All Chapters of A Hunt For His Queen : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I was frozen on my spot. But my eyes didn't. Letting out a shaky breath, with my heart racing, I Iet my gaze appreciate the sight before me. Marvelous. No. Even 'marvelous' wasn't enough to describe him. His hands were firmly pressed on the wall. With his head hung low and broad shoulders rising up and down with his heavy breaths, he stood under the shower with his muscles tense. Water droplets rolled down his broad sculpted shoulders to his back relentlessly, touching his tanned skin that my hands itched to touch. My cheeks heated up as I let my eyes travel down to his narrow hip and firm behind, to those strong powerful thighs and legs. My mouth dried and I found myself licking my lips. My lower abdomen warmed as desire to see him, feel him, filled me. I found myself walking inside, silently locking the door behind me. As if sensing my presence, his form tensed. But he didn't move, nor did he turn to me. My sexy man is very mad at me. Maybe I know how to calm him down. I bit

A darkness claimed over his cold blue gaze. "How do you know?" I took a deep breath. I knew what his reaction would be after knowing for how long I had hidden this truth from him. But it was high time Arianna's intentions should be revealed. Then I blurted everything out. From seeing her in that restaurant with Robert Samuelson to finding her in his office. Except the fact that Oliver knew it. I didn't want to drag him into any more trouble. But I did reveal what Robert threatened me about. An upcoming danger we were unaware about. Suddenly something about his aura shifted. His shoulders tensed. "And you are telling me now?" I managed not to flinch at his harsh tone. The side of his eyes twitched with the rage radiating off him. "I tried to tell you, but…" "But what?" he snapped, pulling away. "If you had told me earlier, I could have grabbed Robert sooner using her as bait! And he wouldn't have the guts to corner you either! Now God knows what she is planning right now!"

A shaky breath left me. I squirmed on his lap. The perverted hand of his kept roaming up and down my thighs, squeezing, while he typed on his laptop with the other hand. After he ran me a nice warm shower in the morning, he made us breakfast and fed me until my stomach couldn't take it anymore. He had ordered Maria not to disturb us today, so she gladly accepted the day off. And this gave His Highness a chance to let his perverted side loose. He wanted me to sit on his lap naked while he would feed me breakfast. The nerve! Of course, I displeased him again by putting on one of his t-shirts. They were comfortable, although I had never seen him wearing one. He always had button down shirts or suits on. Typical businessman! And he was punishing me now by his seductive touches, turning me on, but not touching me where I actually wanted him to. Even now in his study, he kept me on his lap while he checked some emails and continued on with his adventure. My reactions weren't acknowledged

Vincenzo Zolvesky? Those dark sharp eyes in that photo flashed across my mind. So he was Marko's adoptive father? The grave silence and the darkness radiating off his stance discouraged me from asking more. But I needed answers. Why did he have his photo in that old cupboard and why did it have a red mark on it? Why even taking his name made him see red? So I walked closer to him, holding his flaming gaze. "Who is this man, Syl? I…I have never seen this much hatred in your eyes for someone. Why did you keep an eye on them discreetly and why Robert chose Zolveskys to target to get back at us? Why are they so important?" His nostrils flared. His lips curled with rage, eyes set in distance. "Because destroying him was the sole reason I lived for until I decided to give all this up. To have you." Ron's words echoed in my head. 'Boss had let go of the motive of his life that he had been fueling inside him since his childhood only to have you in his life, his heart.' Destroying

As soon as the car screeched to a halt before Rossa, we got out. Securing my hand in a tight grip, he led us inside the VIP elevator with powerful strides. I, as well as Ron, had a hard time catching up with him.But that wasn't the issue that bothered me. It was Arianna. It was Robert. It was the dead Vincenzo Zolvesky. I still had the old photo of that man. I didn't mention it to Syl yet. I was sure he wouldn't like me snooping around Enrique's old room. He was already at the verge of losing control and killing Robert for not uttering a word even after endless torture. The ex-mayor was harder to crack than I thought. I wondered how could someone value their revenge more than their life. Maybe when one had nothing to lose. Now if anyone could tell us about why Robert chose Zolveskys to target even after knowing Vincenzo was dead, it was Arianna. And I wished with everything inside me that he was dead. I didn't want an old Italian mob boss rumored to be dead to come alive and fini