The Mafia Don's Innocent Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

REBECCALynda and I found ourselves seated next to each other, creating an atmosphere of companionship despite our divergent activities. While Lynda focused on meticulously painting her toenails a rich shade of deep red, my attempt to immerse myself in a book was an exercise in futility. The words on the page remained distant and indistinct, overshadowed by a persistent preoccupation. My thoughts continually circled back to Artemy. As the internal turmoil painted itself on my expression, Lynda's soft voice interjected, breaking the silence like a fragile whisper. "Rebecca, ease up," she murmured, her attention split between her task and my obvious unease. "I can practically sense the tension radiating from you. It's not good for the little one."

REBECCAMy shoulders slumped, regret filling my voice. "I know. I'm sorry, Lynda. Sorry that he turned out to be a traitor." Lynda shook her head, her tears streaming down. "No. I lost him. I lost... my baby." The words were heavy with emotion, whispered yet piercingly clear. Lynda's knees buckled, and she sank to the floor in silence. Curled up, she clutched her stomach, sobs wracking her body. The weight of her confession hung in the air: "I lost... my baby." I gazed at Lynda, my voice rendered powerless by the surge of emotions that washed over me. The cadence of my heart faltered, and a sudden tremor weakened my knees. A refle

REBECCAAs we settled around the table, Artemy and I took the prominent seats. My days as a maid were behind me – an endeavor I wouldn't dare bring up with Artemy to avoid triggering his ire. Seated to his right, I watched as the others gathered around. Even Lynda, who was no longer a maid. The notion of her serving me felt strange, so we abandoned that practice. She had become more of a sister than a servant. Lynda's role as a maid was a mere pastime, her primary involvement being assisting Nona in the kitchen. True to his character, Artemy ensured I was served first before tending to his own meal. It was a habit of his, and one that I deeply appreciated. While the gentlemen engaged in conv

REBECCAOne week had passed, and the anticipation had built up to this moment. A resounding knock echoed through the door as Lynda's impatience got the better of her. "Are you done?" she called out. Startled, I swiftly wrapped a towel around myself, my heart racing. The door creaked open to reveal Lynda's expectant face. "Yes, I'm done," I managed to reply. "Did you manage to shave?" Camilla's voice chimed in from behind Lynda. "Yes," I answered, my cheeks flushing slightly. "Everywhere?" Lynda's question caught me off guard. 

REBECCAArtemy's touch, even through the thin barrier of my lingerie, set me on fire. His deliberate movements over my most sensitive areas sent shivers of ecstasy up my spine. The pressure against my clit had me arching my back, helpless against the waves of pleasure that surged within me. With each purposeful touch, he pushed the boundaries of my restraint. The lace fabric yielded to his intent, and his finger delved into my wetness, a torturous tease that left me whimpering and aching for more. His voice, a mixture of desire and satisfaction, resonated in my ears. "You're already so wet for me, kitten," he purred, his words a potent aphrodisiac that intensified my need. Artemy's single finger b