All Chapters of The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LorenzoHer words were a challenge, a dare, and a damn invitation all rolled into one. My gaze dropped from her blazing eyes to her trembling lips, still red from our last kiss, still echoing the taste of desperation and unexpected sweetness. Dangerous, beautiful liability. The words I'd spat at her, born of frustration and a strange, possessive fear for her reckless ass, now seemed to hang in the air, a prophecy.Before I could even think, before reason could kick in and remind me of the security detail, the medics, the very public setting, she closed the minuscule distance between us. Her hand shot out, not to strike, but to grab the lapels of my tactical jacket, pulling me forward. The fabric bunched in her fist, and then her mouth was on mine, urgent and bruising.It wasn't a soft kiss, not a gentle exploration. This was a clash, a desperate grapple for control, a furious release of all the pent-up tension, anger, and something far more primal that had been simmering between us si

ArynI could feel the cold metal pressed to my temple, but all I could think about was how goddamn close he was — his body practically crushing mine, his breath hot on my cheek, the weight of him pinning me down in a way that made my stomach twist with heat instead of fear. Fuck, I hated how much I wanted him.He stared down at me like he was ready to toss my sorry ass out, like I was some stray bitch he wished he’d never fed. His eyes dragged over my face, lingered on the robe slipping off my shoulder, the sheer black fabric underneath doing fuck all to hide what I was offering him. His jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. The gun didn’t move an inch.“You shouldn’t fucking be here,” he growled, his voice low and rough, torn between wanting me gone and wanting me so fucking bad it hurt to watch.I swallowed, my throat dry as shit, but I didn’t fucking blink. Not now. Not when I could feel how close he was to snapping.“Then throw me out,” I whispered, my voice trembling bu

ArynAs soon as his erection was freed I gave up on trying to help him pull down the trousers all the way and took him in hand. He moaned long and loud in my mouth as he worked to remove his shorts, careful not to dislodge my hand. Then he suddenly removed my hands and began skimming his hands over my flat belly and up until he was palming my breasts. He brushed his thumbs over my nipples. Was this what Claudia had described? No, this was defintely different. I licked my lips and arched my back into his hold. I could feel his body harden. And it didn't feel bad. At all. His erection was pressed firmly against me. My bottom nestled it very nicely and without a word I wrapped my legs around him, loving the way he felt. I shifted in his arms until his hard erection was pressed firmly against my wet core.He ran his tongue around one large hard nipple, and I left out a moan. I could have sworn I heard a string of Italian words that definitely sounded like curses but before I could dwell

Aryn My blood ran cold, then boiled. Three hours? Three fucking hours? I wanted to reach across that desk and strangle the nurse, to dig my nails into her throat until she choked on her incompetence. Or maybe just threaten her, promise her a slow, agonizing death if she didn’t give me answers. How the fuck did they allow a patient, a vulnerable patient who had just been through hell, to just walk out and be gone for three hours? Were they completely brain dead? Was this some kind of sick joke? "What the hell do you mean she's been gone for three hours?" I practically snarled, my voice low and menacing. The nurse visibly flinched, her eyes widening like a startled deer. "Where the fuck were you? Where were the other nurses? Did no one think to check on her? Did no one give a flying fuck that a patient, a patient under your supposed 'care,' just vanished into thin air?" She stammered, "Mrs. Aryn, please, calm down. She said she just wanted some air. We assumed she was just in the g

ArynThe concierge, a perfectly polite woman with a voice smoother than silk, rattled off directions to a high-end mall not too far away. A car was arranged, a sleek black sedan that pulled up to the hotel's entrance minutes later. I stepped out, feeling a strange mix of fear and defiance. Lorenzo’s territory. His car. His money. This was a dangerous game I was playing. But I had no choice.The mall was a filled with people who walked in and out of designer stores. I moved quickly, ignoring the expensive window displays, my mind focused on my mission. I found a sporting goods store and picked up a dark grey hoodie, some black athletic pants, and a pair of lightweight, dark gloves. Nothing flashy, nothing that would stand out. I also grabbed a simple black baseball cap. It wasn't much, but it was enough to obscure my face if I kept my head down.Next, I needed a new phone, one that couldn't be traced back to Lorenzo. I found a small electronics store, purchased a cheap burner phone wit