Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Boss Bride : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I hurriedly shuffle into my room.the soft click of the lock echoing in the other wise quiet space.leaning against the door,my palm over my heart threatening to burst out of the confines of my chest.A sob wrenches out of my throat and I clasp my hand over my my mouth.Why the fuck am I even crying…I had the best kiss of my life and definitely the best makeout of my life,I've never been this aroused in my life.and it had to be my husband that i hate that brings this feelings out from me.Damon couldn't come close.his kisses were often closed mouth and brief,he never makes out with me for more than 3 minutes,it always feels like he is bodyly present but his absent mindedly kissing me..Its wonder how I never noticed.its a wonder how I have been starving for this long, he has basically been feeding me bread crumbs and I honestly have been satisfied with that until now.A renewed hunger churns in my stomach and I my clench my trying to relieve the pang in my core.FUCK.I didn't know wha

I sit at the dinning table, the ambiance warm and pendant lights provides a warm and inviting illumination. tasteful decorations, artworks, plants, scattered around the room to create a touch of personality and welcoming atmosphere.I turn to stare, noticing the details for the first and wondering if laurel will like them.maybe she could decorate it her self to her taste but I doubt she will be pleased with me making that suggestion.she doesn't trust me yet.Enough food to fill an army is spread before me,I don't know what she likes so I had the chef prepare everything he could.I will closely watch everything she eats to know her favorite and what she likes…I have watched her for years but I still don't know her favorite food,I don't like that.She never ate real food and it worried me then.I plan to feed her well and make her take care of her body now.I raise my head from the table as the sound of the door opens and one of my men guides laurel inside.She turns her full body tow

I felt my face heating up as he closed the door behind him, chuckling as he padded away.i wanted the ground to bury me whole.i was mortified that he said that, I wasn't ashamed of being a virgin.i was just shy that he found out that way.Even though I loathe the man, my body apparently loves him.my breath quickened furthermore as recollections of what we just finished evades me.he touched me like he understands my body even better than me, he touched and kissed me in places I didn't even though was sensitive. I ought to feel dirty for letting him have me, see and touch me that way but I cannot for the life of me feel remorseful about something I enjoyed so much. I have never in my wildest dream imagined that intimacy would be that intense.i have never felt anything like that in the two years Damon and I dated.we didn't do much asides from kissing.it bothered me a little but I felt he was just giving me time, he didn't want to rush me.i didn't feel the need to ask him to go further, I

I wake up,dazed and disoriented.my environment unfamiliar.until the memories of last night comes rushing in.enzo carrying me to his room like a caveman,spanking me when and then leaving me all alone in the room until I fell asleep.alone..my face heated up from embarrassment. memories of how I begged for his touch.how I came all over his face. A heavy hand draped over my belly, preventing me from standing up from the bed.i stop to peruse my surroundings.his smell hits my nostrils and I sniff really hard.like a cocaine addict.he smell so fucking good.Hot breath tickles my ear and shoulder,I try to uncurl myself from his limbs and strong hold,but his hand tightens around me further and he nestles into my neck.i tense when he sniffs hard.mimicking my earlier action. "Good morning mia Moglie".his husky dark voice trickles to my eyes.he nestles closer to my ears and sniffs me again. prompting a sudder from me.he kisses my ears, hot breath washes over it,he kisses,my neck and shoulder.Hol

The static sound goes off,the screen going blank.the room is quiet as a grave yard.a pin could drop and we would hear it.Rage boiling inside my Veins.i swiped my hand over the tables.sweeping all the contents on it.they clatter into the floor, shattering.I raise,my breath shuddering out of me.I snap my eyes to Killian."Where did you get this?".my voice sounds so cold even in my own ears."From one of the survivors".Killian replies.I stand abruptly from the chair.wrenching the door, and march out of the room,I head to the basement.my men are trailing behind me. The smell of piss and blood hit me before I even opened the door.Groans of pain fill the air as I step in.I smile to my self.stepping over the urine.i approach the men.The men dangle from a rope,one knocked out cold and the other staring at me.hanging limply,hands tied above their heads.blood streaking down their face.His bloodshot eyes follow me..fear and uneasiness frost his eyes.I bare all my teeth,resembling a