บททั้งหมดของ THE MAFIA DEVIL'S OBSESSION: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Leah,My phone lit up beside me on the bed, vibrating for the hundredth time. The room was dark, save for the brief, light that flashed each time a new notification came in, or the phone rang.I was curled up in a ball, hugging the pillow. Every muscle in my body ached, reminding me of last night. I wanted to forget. To pretend it didn't happen, but his touch lingered. My lips throbbed from his kiss, bruised and swollen. I had scrubbed myself in the shower, trying to wash it away, to erase his touch. But the water did nothing to quench the fire he had ignited within me. A fire that had been extinguished for so long I had forgotten it even existed.I pulled the pillow closer, my arm tightening around it. A sob escaped my lips, but no tears came. I had cried all my tears dry since I came back.I hated myself for how much I had wanted it, every forbidden second of it. I submitted to him willingly, allowing him to touch me in ways I hadn't been touched before. Shame coiled tightly in my st

Leah,I gripped the sheets tightly as Liam's weight pressed me into the mattress. It had been so long since he touched me that I almost forgot what it felt like. But the warmth I craved was absent.It didn't feel like we were making love. It felt like... like he was doing me a favour.I reached out, my fingers brushing against his back, trying to pull him closer. He stiffened under my touch, his body jerking slightly. I bit the inside of my cheek, swallowing the sting of his rejection."Harder," I sighed, frustrated as I bucked my hips, desperate for any scrap of connection."You're so fucking hard to please," he muttered, irritation evident in his tone.I shut my eyes, determined to feel something, anything but the cold emptiness between us. Finally I felt something. A faint spark ignited deep inside me. I latched onto it, my breaths quickening. I moaned softly, "Liam..."I bit my lip, chasing the fleeting pleasure. "Don't stop," I begged, my voice cracking. "Please... don't..."I was

Liam I leaned against the rooftop railing as I took a long drag from my cigarette. Matt exhaled a cloud of smoke beside me, one hand buried in his pocket. "Why the hell are they making us break our backs just because some big shot's showing up?" "Not just any big shot. Aiden fucking Kingston. The most powerful man in the city." No shit. Everyone knew him, the king of the underground. Hard to believe he is just a capo. I took another drag, irritation simmering beneath my skin. "How is Leah?" Matt suddenly asked, ruining my mood further. I crushed the cigarette under my heel. The thought of going home to her made my stomach churn. She was a constant reminder of everything wrong in my life. I had married her because she was less irritating compared to other women. But lately she has been grating on my fucking nerves. "Must be nice to get rid of your wife," I muttered, lighting another cigarette. Matt let out a hollow laugh. "Yeah, I don't get to deal with her shit anymore."

Leah I landed on the backseat with a thud, and before I could sit up, the door slammed shut. Scrambling toward the door, my heart pounded as I yanked at the handle only to find it locked. "Hey." I panicked, pounding my fists against the door. Turning to the driver, I ordered, "Open the door!" He didn't react, didn't even look at me. He must be used to this situation, his sick boss dragging women off the street. "Open the fucking door!" I screamed again. The door clicked open and Aiden slid in casually beside me. "What is the meaning of this?" He ignored me leaning back against the seat and stretching his legs. "Drive." "Yes, boss." My stomach dropped as the engine roared to life, the car jerking forward. "Stop the car right now, you bastard!" I lunged at him, fists crashing into his chest. He caught my wrists in one hand restraining me easily. "Let go!" I shrieked as I struggled in vain to free myself. In one swift move, he yanked me forward, flipping me onto his la

Leah I pushed the door open and barely stepped into the hallway when his hand caught my wrist and slammed me into the wall so hard it knocked the air from my lungs. His naked body pressed into mine, pinning me so tightly I could feel the thud of his heart. Or maybe it was mine. "You really thought you could outrun me?" He growled, a sick grin creeping his lips. He forced my head up until I met his gaze, his breath hot against my lips. "I am going to make sure you understand what you did wrong, doll." "Go to hell," I spat, driving the knife into his side without a second thought. Warm blood spilt over my fingers. His body jerked, he grunted, and then he laughed wickedly. "I didn't think you would actually stab me." His fingers clamped down harder on my neck. I gasped, clawing at his arm, but he didn't let up. I twisted the knife, shoving it in deeper. He groaned, staggering back, one hand clutching the knife. I didn't waste a second and bolted down the hallway. I reache