Semua Bab Married Off To The Merciless Mafia King : Bab 201 - Bab 210

He pulled up beside me, his car idling as he rolled down his window. His smirk was intact, but there was the edge of victory in his eyes. “You got lucky.”Pfft.Yezhovs and their frigging pride. It was the same thing Ivan said.“Skill,” I corrected, stepping out of the car and tossing my helmet onto the seat. “But don’t feel too bad. I’ll admit, you put up a good fight.”“Remind me never to underestimate you again.”I smiled, feeling the rush of the race still thrumming in my veins. “Smart choice.”With the adrenaline still coursing through us, we stepped off the track. The roar of engines no longer charged the air. We’d been so wrapped up in our own excitement that neither of us noticed when the track emptied of other cars, but the tension lingered, thick and electric in the evening air.Quietly, I walked back to the stands and threw myself on one of the padded seats. Stretching my legs out, I peeled off my gloves, flexed my fingers, and reeled in the satisfying ache that reminded me

But the man was full of surprises, and his mansion certainly wasn’t what I expected.For a man like him who thrived on control and exuded confidence like a second skin, I anticipated something ostentatious—towering gates, sprawling grounds, a display of untouchable wealth. Instead, the estate was…understated, almost deceptively so.A line of neatly trimmed cypress trees lined the driveway leading to a house, striking a balance between old-world charm and contemporary restraint.It wasn’t grandiose, but it wasn’t ultramodern either. Smooth limestone walls were accented with dark wood beams, and soft uplighting released warm glows on the arched windows. It was the kind of place that hinted at luxury rather than screamed it.Now, inside, the surprises continued.The foyer was modest, with polished wood floors that gleamed under a minimalist chandelier. There were no oversized portraits or gaudy gold accents—just a clean, inviting space that somehow still felt personal—a quiet elegance.W

And I was drawn into this absurd intimacy of the moment, my own senses heightened as I felt the heavy pressure of his fingertips, the harsh caress of his breath on me.“Yes.”Yes?What the hell didyeshave to do with anything he’d said?I’d lost it.His finger moved harder inside me, faster, slapping against my clit and making me buck against his hand. My juices slipped between my thighs, soaking my panties and shorts, and an insane pressure built in my core.My arousal was so heavy I could hear it smacking against him with every thrust of his hand inside me. I had to bite my tongue from begging.I’d never begged for anything before. And I’d certainly not experienced a man touching me this way, like it was his life’s mission to please me.I started to move against him myself, desperate to make sure he didn’t stop what he was doing. I held his shoulders like my life depended on it, and he slammed his hand deeper.I cried out as the orgasm washed over me, collapsing my body weight on him

RafayelMy body felt heavier than usual, and I woke up to the feeling of something warm and pleasant pressing down on my arm. I fixed a hand under my pillow and glanced to the side.There she was, clinging to me like she needed an anchor in her sleep. Her delicate fingers were curled around my forearm, her face pressed gently into the pillow, with one of her legs thrown above mine. She slept like she raced—rather roughly.But the blame was mine to bear. I’d worn her out. We’d fucked everywhere I could place her: on the wall, on my bed, in the fucking shower. And each time felt better than the last.I wanted more and couldn’t stop taking until she reached the limit and collapsed on me with exhaustion.Grinning like a fucking idiot, I tucked strands of hair behind her ear, trying to remember the last time I had that much fun. A night at theObsidiandidn’t even come close to the excitement of last night. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable, her usual sharp edges smoothed away in the sof

When I came here complaining of weird symptoms, including frequent nausea and fatigue, Josè encouraged me to get some tests done. Not bothering to ask him which tests, I followed his instructions and allowed the nurses to do their job.And now, the results sat in my hand, as heavy as a ton of bricks.Maybe it was because, even before unfolding the paper, I knew what it was. The only reason I drove to this clinic in the first place was to have someone falsify my fears.I opened the paper and scanned the page, the words blurring together before snapping into sharp focus. And the information printed in black ink only confirmed my worst nightmare.Pregnancy confirmed.The room seemed to fade away. Doctor Josè was saying something, but it sounded like a muffled noise in the background. I couldn’t quite hear it over the thunder of my own heartbeat.“Leonora, are you alright?”I was hyperventilating because I was, in fact,notalright. My fingernails were digging so hard into the armchair that