All Chapters of Revenge Of The Forsaken Wife: Pleasured By His Father: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter Thirty-oneMaisieI had taken the first few steps, and there was no turning back now—especially not with Mr. Caruso’s lips on mine, kissing me like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.We moved together, slowly at first, until my back met the wall with a soft thud, and my body molded against his. One of my legs wrapped around his waist, instinctively, and I could feel the hard press of his cock against me—thick, undeniable, and full of intent.His mouth claimed mine again, harder this time, hungrier, even fiercer. I kissed him back with everything I had in me, every ounce of frustration, want, and revenge curling into the taste of his lips.I ground my hips against him, my body aching for more, for everything, I wanted to feel more than I had already. My fingers found the edges of his suit jacket, tugging it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. One by one, I undid the buttons of his shirt, my fingers trembling slightly with anticipation and all pent

Chapter Thirty-threeRafael Caruso“Boss, we have him,” Scar announced over the phone.“You have him?” I had to be sure. I couldn’t afford to hope again, only to watch it shatter for the millionth time.“Yes, boss. We have him,” he confirmed—and my heart skipped a thousand beats all at once.“Where are you now? I’ll be there in a minute.”“We’ve tried getting him to talk, but he’s staying silent. We think it’s best if you come in and use your usual skills.”“I’ll be there, Scar. I’ll handle it.”Finding the person responsible, finding even the tiniest lead to push this investigation forward—that had been the hardest part. But getting him to talk? That was my specialty. Unless he bit his tongue and died before I got there, he’d talk. They always did. Because if I had to decide how they died, it wouldn’t be quick or painless. It would be brutal. It would be unforgettable.I’d been doing this for years. Long before Holden—my best friend, my brother in every sense but blood—was killed. I

Chapter Thirty-sixRafael CarusoBullets still tore through the air like hell’s own thunder. I stayed low, my mind racing through different things all at once. Who the fuck could it be? Who knew the location of this safe house? Only a handful of men. Scar. Me. A few others vetted over the years. Could one of them have sold us out? Or was someone tracking us without our knowledge?As much as scar was the only I could say I trust completely, I still trusted my other men to some extent, and I knew they wouldn’t sell us out just like that. Those men weren’t forced to be here, they wanted to be here. They’ve faced a lot o trails and temptations that could have made anyone go against the group, but they didn’t. They’ve been here for years, they couldn’t have done that.So, who could it be? Who was it that was doing all of these to me? Whoever it was, they were closer than I could ever had imagined and that… that made it even more dangerous. This wasn’t just a war, it was also a test, one I

Chapter Thirty-sevenRafael CarusoScar’s death wasn’t just what shook me to the core—it was also the realization that I’d been stretching my hands too far to catch the person behind this, while the real enemy had been close to me all along. I hadn’t seen it. It wasn’t just Scar’s death—it was the fact that I was battling a close enemy. And that… that’s the deadliest kind of war.I had to be ten times more careful than I already was. I had to be deliberate with who I trusted—if I even trusted anyone at all. Scar was dead. The one man I could say I trusted with every part of me was gone. And the more I thought about it, the more this entire thing felt like a carefully laid-out plan.They knew I’d become cautious. They knew I’d hesitate to trust anyone after finding out the enemy was within. So they took Scar out.He was the only one I leaned on. Taking him out would force me to look for someone else. And if I wasn’t wrong, there was a black cat among my men. I didn’t know how true that

Chapter Thirty-nineRafael CarusoI left the room, down the hall, and into the elevator, the weight of what I’d just walked away from pressing against my chest… and my pants. Hell, I could still feel the tension pulsing though every vein in my body, and the taste of her that was still on my tongue… it was intoxicating.By the time I stepped out into the hotel lobby and walked toward the car waiting out front, my mind was still on Maisie. On her taste. Her skin. Her damn lips. Her wetness. I didn’t know whether to curse Ghost for calling when he did or to be grateful.I didn’t know if this was to be called a bad timing or good timing. It was all so mixed up.It could be bad timing… because it stopped what could’ve been the most satisfying night I’d had in years. I looked down at my pants—my arousal was still painfully obvious, the bulge unmistakably visible, the ache refusing to let up, like my body was mocking me for leaving her like that. My body knew what it wanted, and if it were l