บททั้งหมดของ Sold To The Devil Mafia Boss: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

He removed his wallet from his pocket, his fingers glistening with her essence, the sight of her own desire on his rough digits, the realization that his fingers had been there, sending another wave of unchecked heat through her body. At this rate, she would combust before he even got inside her."As you wish, Selena. But this is the first and last time this would be happening". He said, before pulling out a condom, tearing the wrapper with his teeth. Selena didn't look down as he unzipped his trousers. Neither did he.And suddenly, before she could take another breath, his hand came back to her neck, this time the back of her neck like it had the day he kissed her, his other on the granite beside hers. She felt the tip of his erection brush against her clit, and her breaths quickened, the realization that she was doing this, with him of all people, thrilling some deep-rooted part of her. She wanted this. She hated it, and she was mad at herself for it. But she needed this. She need

Selena sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the door Valerie had just walked out of. The room was quiet now, but her mind wasn’t. Valerie had told her to rest because they were going out tomorrow. But sleep felt impossible. Her thoughts were a mess, tangled between everything that had happened. Between Adrian, Valerie, and the strange new reality she found herself in. She sighed and lay back, staring at the ceiling. Her body was exhausted, but her mind refused to stop running. Would tomorrow be any different? Would Adrian still act cold and distant? Would she even have the strength to face him again? She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the questions, but sleep claimed her before she could find any answers. --- The next morning, Selena woke up feeling slightly more rested, though her heart still felt heavy. She got out of bed, washed up, and dressed in simple jeans and a blouse. Just as she was slipping on her shoes, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," s

The car ride back home was quiet, tense even. Valerie kept throwing glances at Selena, who stared out the window, lost in thought. Matteo drummed his fingers against the steering wheel while Nathan sat with his arms crossed, his face unreadable. Selena still couldn’t shake off the feeling from earlier—the warning from that man. The way he spoke, the way he seemed to know her, know Adrian. What did he mean by trust is dangerous? She barely noticed when the car pulled into the driveway. “We’re home,” Matteo announced, breaking the silence. As they stepped out of the car, the front door swung open, and Adrian stood there, his sharp gaze locking onto them immediately. “Inside,” he ordered. No one questioned him. They walked in, and that’s when Selena noticed Isabelle sitting on the couch, a pleased smile on her lips. Valerie frowned. “What’s she still doing here?” Adrian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked to the center of the room, his presence commanding attent

Selena paced the length of her room, her mind spinning. She was done waiting. Done being kept in the dark. Adrian thought he could just bring Isabelle here and expect her to sit quietly? No. If he wanted to protect secrets, he should have kept them far away from her. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. “Selena?” Valerie’s voice came through. Selena sighed and pulled the door open. Valerie stepped inside, closing it behind her. “I figured you’d be in here, plotting someone’s downfall,” Valerie teased. Selena smirked. “Not someone. Just Isabelle.” Valerie plopped onto the bed. “Good. Because I have news.” Selena raised a brow. “I’m listening.” Valerie grinned. “Nathan and Matteo were talking earlier. They don’t trust Isabelle either.” Selena’s heart skipped. “Did they say why?” Valerie nodded. “Something about Lucian. Apparently, he’s involved, and Isabelle’s hiding something.” Selena’s eyes darkened. “I knew it.” Valerie leaned forward. “What’s the p

The night air was crisp, but Selena’s skin burned. Not from the cold, not from fear—but from something deeper, something more dangerous. She paced the garden, her heels clicking against the stone pathway, trying to shake off the weight of Nathan’s words. "Adrian doesn’t share."As if she was his to claim. As if she hadn’t spent years keeping him at a distance, pretending his touch didn’t linger long after he was gone. Nathan stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching her. “Are you going to say something?” Selena stopped pacing. “What do you want me to say?” Nathan exhaled. “That you understand. That you know why he did that.” She scoffed. “Why he nearly killed a man in front of everyone?” Nathan didn’t flinch. “For you.” Selena’s breath hitched. She spun on her heel, crossing her arms. “I didn’t ask for that.” Nathan tilted his head. “Didn’t you?” Her heart pounded. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Nathan stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You knew wh