All Chapters of The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

With a hard push from Cristiano, Siena’s dress slid down her body in a silken whisper, pooling at her feet and leaving her in nothing but a black bra and matching panties. He sucked in a sharp breath. No matter what color she wore, she always managed to enchant him in a way that burned through his veins. Her perfect figure was like a drug to him — intoxicating, addictive, impossible to resist. It felt as if he had never seen anything more sensual in his life. He was unknowingly drawn to her, as though this was the first naked woman he had ever laid eyes on. And though the truth was far from that, none of the women he had seen before could ever compare. His wife was, without question, the sexiest and most breathtaking woman in his eyes.His hands moved slowly, deliberately, tracing the delicate line of her neck down to her collarbone, then lower — over the soft rise of her chest, where the perfect swell of her breasts strained against the lace. God, they were perfect. He’d seen them b

Cristiano’s sleep was disturbed by the shrill ringing of his phone. Siena winced in her sleep, writhing slightly in his arms, and he quickly reached for the device on the bedside table, silencing it before the sound could wake her further.Carefully, he untangled himself from her, shifting her slightly to the side so she could rest undisturbed. Then, moving quietly, he slipped out of bed. He pulled on his pants, not bothering to put on a shirt, and stepped onto the balcony.The screen again showed Axel’s name flashing, and Cristiano knew Axel never contacted him without an urgent reason.He answered swiftly. “Speak,” he barked, his tone edged with command.“Boss… everyone’s waiting for you,” Axel’s voice came through, hesitant but laced with unmistakable urgency.Cristiano rubbed his forehead, muttering a low curse. Shit. He’d completely forgotten about the important gang meeting scheduled for today.Through the glass doors, his gaze drifted back to the bed where Siena slept soundly,

Siena, still smiling softly, replied, “He had an urgent meeting. He went straight to the office.”Soraya nodded, though the unease in her chest refused to fade. “Are you hungry?” she asked gently.Siena nodded hesitantly.Soraya smiled. “Go rest in your room. I’ll send something for you to eat.”Siena grinned. “You’re the best, Mom,” she said, kissing Soraya’s cheek with excitement before striding upstairs to her bedroom.Soraya giggled softly, shaking her head. “Silly girl,” she murmured as she watched her daughter-in-law disappear into the hallway.Siena stepped into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. Her thoughts immediately drifted to her husband. Her heart — and her body — still craved him, even though it had been only a few hours since he’d been away from her. God! What was happening to her? She let out a soft giggle as she flopped onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind replaying every naughty, passionate thing he had done to her last night. Her sore body wa

At first, Siena blinked through the haze of lust and confusion, her mind taking a moment to process what he had asked. Then she remembered calling him “babe.” Didn’t he like it? She enjoyed calling him different pet names, just as he had done with her. Or was he only a tyrant?She nibbled her lower lip, a flicker of defiance in her eyes, as she replied, her voice tinged with fear. “Babe… are you seriously going to stop now?”His eyes darkened, betraying the way her words sent pulses of desire through him. The next moment, he exhaled sharply, tightening his arm around her waist and pressing her harder against his body. “Never, dollface.”His fingers tangled in her pink-streaked blonde hair, gripping firmly and tugging slightly so she cried out, her head tilting back as her eyes searched his for reassurance. He didn’t give her time to read the emotions in them, taking possession of her lips again with even more fierce intensity.Siena’s body melted instantly, a moan escaping her lips as

Then she realized she had closed her eyes when he had told her not to.But she didn’t get a chance to apologize. He grabbed her by the waist and bent her slightly, forcing her palms against the cold surface of the mirror for support. The next slap came sharper, followed by another, the sound of his hand striking her soft, sensitive flesh echoing through the room. Her cries mixed with moans, the air thick with heat and pain.His other hand never stopped—the fingers buried deep inside her moved relentlessly. The sting of each blow made her clench around him tighter until the mix of pain and pleasure tore another orgasm from her trembling body.“Don’t fucking disobey me again,” he growled, leaning his torso against her back, his breath hot against her ear.She should have been afraid of him—of his fury, his dominance—but all she felt was herself being pulled deeper into his gravity. His darkness enticed her in a way she couldn’t fight, even though every part of her screamed that she shou