Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Crazy Obsession: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Solana“We don't have to stay. And we've wasted so much time already. Helen would be worried.” I whispered, not sure if it was more for him or for me. People would know who I was. They'd know either because of my father and the scores of photos of the family after his death in the local paper or because of Abel's affluence.“We won't waste much time, but we'll stay. I want us to stay.”I nodded, and let him scoot back one of the chairs. He waited for me to be seated comfortably, before he took the chair directly opposite. I noted how he'd smartly selected the seat which would give him a pretty good view of everything that was going on in the Café, most especially the customers trooping in and out. It was a subtle reminder of who he was. Who I was. The amount of power he possessed.A tall, lanky waiter sauntered out from the kitchen to clear and wipe the table.“You're sure you'll like just lemonade, Lana?” Abel asked me. I nodded, drumming my fingers silently against my thighs.He tur

SolanaOne thing I could admit wholeheartedly that I loved about the Stravkos family was that they always kept their promises. Always. Even if it meant them severing ties with important businessmen. Even if it meant giving up their wealth, their identity, their ancestors had taught them to be honest, no matter the circumstances.Which was why they seldomly made promises. Which was why I felt safe, and certain, that I could trust Abel. I could trust his words. So far, he'd made two promises to me, and I knew he'd keep them no matter what.Without a word more, I led the way upstairs to my bedroom. Fond memories haunted the hallways, and I could still feel the presence of ghosts that clung to the wall. Upstairs, Abel helped me pack up the vital things — belongings I felt I needed to keep — which were mostly old school books, diaries and jewelry I'd hidden. My bed was bare, turned on it's side, propped against the cream-coloured wall. The two windows were open, the curtains draped apart t

Abel“Sir, she's ready with the first dress,” the girl announced, bowing curtly before she pointed at the dressing room. A large, ruby-red curtain hid the interior from view.I followed her in. It was a private room with a sofa and a mirror. A thin, white, threadbare curtain separated it from the changing area. Once inside, the girl slammed the door quietly and disappeared behind the white curtain, leaving me to stew in a multitude of questions about Andrew's recent trip to see Erin and Damien, as well as a shitload of uncomfortable silence.“Darn it, it's too low. I don't like it,” I overheard Lana complain.“Don't be a wuss. It looks gorgeous on you,” the girl retorted.A moment later, she pulled the curtain aside, and my eyes widened, my heart rate quickening at the speed of light, a warm feeling like sunrise lodging itself in my throat at the sight of the lady in front of me. There stood Lana, her face creased in a deep frown, her long, dark curls falling over her shoulders in gen

Abel“We shouldn't have come here.”I looked up from my menu, at her, exhaling softly. “Is there any other restaurant you'd love us to try out? It's not too late for us to leave.”She kept her eyes down, on her laps, her lashes fluttering. “You don't just get it. I'm not hungry. That's what I meant.”“No,” I shook my head. “You don't mean that. I know you, Lana. You're only being difficult,” I paused, leaning in closer now. “I won't take no for an answer. You're eating and that's final.”Before she could protest further, I turned my head and signalled the waiter over. He was tall, with a looping frame and a smart uniform.“Go on, now. Tell him what you'd like to have.”She glared daggers at me, but obeyed, her shoulders deflating. “Fine. I'll have the green herb risotto with goat cheese, please.”“Coming right up,” the waiter beamed, giving me a curt bow before taking our menus and disappearing through the door behind the countertop.Once the dresses had been paid for, Solana changed

SolanaAbel moved to stand behind me and knelt between my legs, his powerful hands cupping my ass, gripping and spreading me wide. I swallowed, nervous with anticipation.“Eyes on me,” he rasped.I turned my gaze to him and watched, turned on, nervous, excited, embarrassed, wanting. I hated my body for wanting this. Something trickled down my inner thigh. My arousal, I knew.Fuck.His eyes lit up mischievously. I suppressed a groan. “You're dripping hard for me, Lana.” I hated the sexy way he said my name. So delicately like he had peppermint candy in his mouth and he was trying his best not to sink his teeth into it.He leaned his head down. His tongue must've caught the drop. He slid his hot tongue up all along my thigh until he reached my core. My ass cracks.I made some non-committal sound, quickly burying my head in the mattress, squeezing the sheets above my head as he buried his face into my pussy.“I love having you like this, Lana. Ass in the air, face down, all spread out fo