บททั้งหมดของ Taming the Obsessed Mafia Boss: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Ari’s POV The sunlight streaming through my blinds was unforgiving, and my head throbbed as I sat up in bed. My body felt heavy, the events of last night replaying in my mind like a fragmented reel. The music, the laughter, the chaos, and then—the gunshots, the chase. I groaned, pushing the covers off and dragging myself to the bathroom. The cool tiles against my bare feet jolted me awake as I turned on the shower. The water rushed through me, washing away the physical remnants of the night, but my mind lingered. First, I could still feel the sensation of the men around my body – men, whose names I didn’t even know. I was sure I would not be able to recognize their faces. Well, not all of them though. The black dude with the throbbing cock still rang in my head like I was back in the night. Just a couple of minutes with him and damn… Then Kaelie’s laughter and carefree attitude surfaced, contrasting sharply with the suited men who had prowled the party, their cold intent etched

Cross’ POV “Boss?” Gustav’s voice broke through the quiet as he stepped into the room. I looked up from the map spread across the table, my decision already made. “I’ve changed my mind.” Gustav stopped in his tracks, frowning. “About what?” “Dig into what happened at that party,” I said, standing straight. “I want every detail—who was there, what went down, and why there were gunshots.” Gustav hesitated. “I thought you said—” “I know what I said,” I interrupted sharply. “Just do it.” He nodded, not pushing further. “Consider it done.” As Gustav left, I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. Something about last night didn’t sit right with me, and I wasn’t about to let it slide. The next step was Kouvu. I took a deep breath as the memories between I and Kouvu flooded into my head. We had history – true, and now, I will be selling him to the police like he was nothing to me. I sent out the message myself—no middlemen this time. Kouvu, It’s time we settle this. Face-to-fac

Ari’s POV A week. A whole week of sitting idly while Jonathan was probably walking around acting like the victim. “Unbelievable,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. This was the worst time for this to happen. I had a plan with Cross. I had a fucking plan! Of course, I couldn’t tell how it was going on Cross’s end yet. If he had not done anything about the move to bring Kouvu to a location, then it was better to announce to him that I had been suspended and suspend the plans until further notice. I could not do anything when I was away from work. Fuck! I needed to reach out to Cross immediately. I was about to reach out for my phone when the chime of the phone broke through my spiralling thoughts. I picked it up, seeing a message from Cross. “Meet me. Usual spot. Tonight.” My lips pressed into a thin line. Speak of the devil. Of course, Cross would want to meet now. I considered ignoring it but knew that wasn’t an option. I threw on a hoodie, tugged it low over my face

Ari's POV I let out a moan as his length filled me, stretching me. It was blissful and satisfying all at once. The feeling of being properly stretched, even to my limits, could be done by one person and one person alone, Cross. It was pure heaven and hell, the way he filled me, and the way he moved inside me. I was a writhing mess, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, my fingers tangled in his hair. I couldn't get enough of him. "Fuck," I gasped as he picked up his pace, pounding into me. He growled, his teeth grazing my neck. "You feel so good, Ari." I moaned, arching against him. His hands moved from my hips, sliding up my body and cupping my breasts, teasing and tweaking my nipples. "Ah!" I cried out, overwhelmed by the pleasure. "That's right," he said, his voice low and husky. "Scream for me." I couldn't hold back anymore, my orgasm building, threatening to crash over me soon. "Cross," I gasped, my eyes closing as I got more lost in the pleasure. "Yes,"

Ari’s POV I was weak after the experience we had shared so Cross had to take me back home. It was past eight when we arrived in my house and we were both feeling sleepy. We awoke by midnight though. I for one could not sleep. My mind kept racing around, so many thoughts filled my head, but one in particular was constantly crashing with the others. Why him? I thought to myself. There are many other people I could be with but here I am with a rogue mafia who is a distant version of the man I envisioned in my life. Cross certainly acted nonchalant at times and that pissed me off or was it the fact that I didn't get romantic enough with him. I wanted someone loving and caring not the cold and hot bad boy I had in my bed. Was what I had for Cross love or addiction? “Hey what are you thinking about?” Cross interrupted. He must have caught me staring at the chandelier on the ceiling, zoned out. “Nothing.” I replied, purposely seeking out his attention. “Talk to me.” Cross sa