All Chapters of Married Off To The Merciless Mafia King : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

He was all man and no emotions, with a very inviting chest, a chiseled torso, and a mouth that held back nothing. Whenever Jayden cursed, it sounded dirty, but the same words pouring out from this man sent tingles to my toes.Nodding, I gulped. “I understand.”“Want me.” His fingers brushed my cheeks so lightly as his eyes stared into the depth of my soul. “Have me. Need me.Those are the only things I want you to think about. I’ll handle the rest.”Want me.Have me.Need me.I was already breathing fast, and my clothes were still on.This moment between us reminded me of the first time I had welcomed the sixth graders to class. Only now, he felt like the teacher and I, the new student. And this was like class.He was going to handle the rest, he said. All I had to do was immerse myself in the waves of tumultuous passion for thisman, whose gaze licked the length of my body as though it were a delicious lollipop.“Are you okay now?”Startled, I looked back at him, rattled on my rocker t

TimurThe dreams should have been the first sign. After I noticed that they’d been gone for more than a week, I should have known. Thinking about it now, I almost couldn’t remember the artistic red splash on the wall or the face that owned those lifeless eyes. A new kind of nightmare haunted me. This one was a living nightmare, with perfect lips, perky tits, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Saying I was screwed wasn’t even going to cut it.Fuckedbetter suited the context, and it wasn’t helping that I suddenly remembered Nikolai’s question.Why didn’t I sell her off, leave her in the sea of sharks to feast on? Then, I wouldn’t have to deal with fighting off the provocative images and sounds from my mind that I’d practically guided her to plant there. Her well-being wouldn’t be my fucking business; none of her would concern me. But simply, the thought sent a violent fire that spread up my back, forcing me to straighten up on the chair.My gaze on the desk hardened, and I directed my anger tow

Through my reflection in the mirror, I watched my cheeks flush a deeper shade of scarlet, and my body tingled in excitement. I didn’t even know when I laughed out loud.What are you thinking, Serena?And yet, despite the million and one reasons I had to desist from taking any step closer to the bed, one reason posed to be the most convincing, forcing me to abandon thoughts about right and wrong until I lay my back on the soft mattress, spread-eagle style:I missed him.“Oh, Serena.” I heard the nerves in my voice and pinned my eyes to the smooth ceiling above me.Clutching the sheets with one hand in a vise grip, I spread my legs wider. The cold air hit my skin, causing goosebumps to rise, and I turned toward the window, only realizing now that a rainstorm had picked up outside. I should have shaken off the stupid idea that brought me to the bed in the first place, got on my feet, and moved to close the shutters. Instead, I pulled the bed covers over my legs and lowered my back into t

TimurThe next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. I jumped to my feet and searched the room for a sign of her, but she wasn’t there.Gripping the doorknob, I took a deep breath. Serena had never tried to escape, not once since she agreed to offer her life in the stead of her brother. I doubted that she would start now. I had to calm the fuck down. She was beginning to mess with my thoughts. Every fucking morning and night, she was all I could think of. I wanted to know what she was doing, how she did it, and when she did it. Even after I’d tried to stay away, and—considering how eagerly I’d jumped at the opportunity to fuck her yesterday—it obviouslydidn’t work,I still couldn’t convince myself to steer clear of her.If this was what it meant to be obsessed, I was slowly becoming a pro at it. And that had to be the worse fucking thing that could ever happen to me.I didn’t bother putting on pants. I walked back to the bed, grabbed my gun holster from the first drawer, and stormed my w

SerenaWhen I opened my eyes, I found him leaning against the sterile white wall by the door. As if sensing me, his gaze met mine. Thankfully, he was in clothes now: a simple white t-shirt and jean pants that strangely fit him perfectly. There was a saying that the eyes were the windows to the soul. Well, I’d made peace for a long time with the fact that my husband had his eyes carved from stone. It was either that, or when you looked deep enough, no matter how hard you tried, there was no soul to see.No emotions, nothing.But now….Now, it was different.His brows twitched when his gaze touched my face. The coldness that had been there before I opened my eyes melted like wax over a flame, and the deepest frown formed on his lips. Normally, he wouldn’t have bothered with a reaction; what he offered was what I got. I wondered why, suddenly, he looked like he cared.Or maybe I hit my head hard when I fell, and now, I was imagining things.Glaring at him, I moved my eyes away from him a