Semua Bab Forced To Marry The King Of Mafia: Bab 11 - Bab 20

I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, the memory of Lorenzo’s lips grazing my ear played on repeat. I could still feel his breath, warm and infuriating, and the way my body betrayed me, responding in a way it had no right to.I was supposed to hate him. I did hate him. And yet, my body didn’t seem to understand that. It felt wrong, so deeply wrong, that I couldn’t stop thinking about him even now, lying in bed, my heart racing at the thought of his touch.After hours of tossing and turning, sleep finally came. But my dreams were filled with him—those dark eyes, that smug smile, his deep voice whispering into my ear, and his breath fanning against my skin. I woke up several times thinking he was in my room and every time I went back to sleep, the dream resumed.When I woke the next morning, groggy and restless, I forced myself to push those thoughts away. Lorenzo was my captor, not someone I should be dreaming about. I threw back the covers and headed to the bathroom, determine

As Lorenzo captured my lips with his, a soft gasp escaped me, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. The kiss was possessive, and demanding, and I found myself responding in ways I didn’t think were possible. My hands gripped his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.A soft moan escaped my lips, betraying me, and every ounce of reasoning I had disappeared as he slid his tongue past my lips and I granted him entrance, mimicking his action.Lorenzo lifted me as if I weighed nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, my arms clutching him closer. His strength was intoxicating, his body solid beneath my hands as he pressed me against the cool wall, his mouth never leaving mine. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, my body betraying the hate I knew I should feel for him.He broke the kiss just long enough to trail his lips down the side of my neck, his beard grazing my skin, sending sparks of sensation through

LorenzoThe traffic is heavier than usual for this time of day. As we slowed to a stop at a red light, Lucia turned to me, her gaze dropping to my hand. She murmured something under her breath, too low for me to catch, but I caught the concern in her eyes.I leaned back, watching her rummage through her purse. When she pulled out the salve she placed in it earlier, I raised a brow, curious about what she planned to do.She took the ice she had earlier placed on my knuckles and set aside in the champagne bucket in the car without a word, took my hand gently, and squeezed some of the salve onto her fingers. Then, with a surprising tenderness, she began applying it to my busted knuckles.Her touch was careful, almost reverent, and it did something to me that I couldn’t quite explain. No one had ever taken care of me like this except they were getting paid to do it. It was just a busted knuckle, I had been through worse. Yet, here she tending to me like it was a bullet wound. A lump forme

Lorenzo held my eyes captive with his as he continued to hitch my dress higher, the slow drag of fabric over my skin sending waves of heat through me. His fingers, calloused yet impossibly gentle, left a trail of fire in their wake. My breath hitched, my body betraying me even though I tried to act unaffected. I gave up. There was no use trying.When his fingers reached my hips, they paused, his touch barely grazing the thin lace of my panties. My stomach clenched at the deliberate slowness, at the way his heated gaze bore into mine, silently asking a question. Should he stop?This was my chance—my opportunity to push him away, to run to my bedroom and lock the door behind me. But against all reason, I found myself shaking my head, giving him the answer he wanted.Lorenzo’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. It was the look of a man who knew exactly what he was doing to me. A man who knew he had already won.“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice like velvet, smooth yet laced with s

I woke up with Lorenzo’s name on my lips, my pulse was erratic, my skin flushed with warmth, and the vivid images of what he had done to me in my sleep left me breathless. For a moment, I felt bad waking up from the dream. I groaned, throwing an arm over my eyes as if that could make feel any better.Get a grip, Lucia.I forced myself out of bed, my legs still shaky as I padded toward the bathroom. The cold tiles did little to cool the heat coursing through me, and I gripped the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Eyes filled with confusion stared back at me, lips slightly parted.This wasn’t me. What was Lorenzo doing to me?I turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on my face before using the toilet and brushing my teeth. As I picked up my comb, I absentmindedly ran it through my hair before gathering it into a ponytail. I reached for my makeup bag, my fingers pausing when I realized what I was doing.I was putting on makeup for him. In the morning, when I had nowhere t