Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trapped by the Mafia Boss : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Mario’s POVThe windows were cranked just enough to let the smoke out, but not enough to let the cold in. The joint burned low between my fingers, the ash too long but I didn’t flick it. I just stared at it, letting the silence settle. Darren sat beside me, legs stretched out, one hand resting on his thigh, the other playing with his lighter.We hadn’t spoken in a few minutes, just smoked and let the night carry our thoughts. That kind of silence only comes when two people have seen some shit together.“I’ve been hearing things, you know, inside information.” Darren finally said, voice low. “High-level stuff. Intel moving around fast”I looked at him. “Police?”He nodded. “And feds. People getting picked off left and right. Quietly. Like shadows in the dark. Someone’s leaking info. Inside info. Names, dates, drop points... all of it. And Mario...” — he paused, looked at me sideways “you’re on their list.”I didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch. Just took a slow drag and let it sit in my lu

SYLVIA'S POVWhen I was done dressing, I took one last look at myself in the mirror. The red dress clung to my body perfectly, the fabric soft but tight where it needed to be, accentuating my curves in all the right places.It was backless, showing off just enough of my skin to be enticing without giving everything away. The hem hit mid-thigh, just enough to leave a little mystery while still being bold.I paired it with simple black heels and a matching black handbag, completing the look. There was something about the dress, something that made me feel... powerful.Walking down the stairs, I found Mario waiting at the bottom. His eyes snapped to me the moment he saw me. His mouth opened, but no words came out at first. He stared, almost in disbelief, as if I’d stepped out of a dream.“You look…” He took a deep breath, his voice thick with awe. “So... ravishing. That red dress… it’s everything. The way it hugs your body... it’s like it was made just for you. And your legs, god, they g

SYLVIA'S POV I was still panting, trying to catch my breath when Mario wrapped his arm around my waist, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My legs dangled as he carried me out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into our new bedroom.When we got inside, he set me down gently on the bed. His eyes never left mine as he stripped off his pants and briefs, letting his cock spring free, thick, hard, and already dripping. My breath caught, my thighs pressing together as I took him in. He was big, almost too big, and the thought sent a shiver down my spine.Mario climbed onto the bed, settling between my legs. He leaned over me, bracing himself with one arm while the other hand trailed down my body, brushing over my sensitive nipples before cupping my ass. His lips met mine in a slow, drugging kiss, his tongue coaxing mine as his fingers slid back between my thighs, dipping into my slick wet folds.I moaned into his mouth, hips arching off the bed as he rubbed slow, teasing circles against my

Sylvia's POV Mario inhaled sharply, squeezing his eyes shut before he sat up in bed, his jaw clenched. I grinned, biting back a laugh.“Now I have to answer the door while hard,” he muttered, raking a hand through his hair as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.I pulled the sheets up to my chin, watching as he grabbed his pants from the floor, mumbling curses under his breath. A moment later, I heard the front door opened, a muffled exchange followed by the door shutting, and then Mario’s heavy footsteps echoed down the hall.When he returned, he had two large grocery bags in hand. He set them down on the table, his expression tight as he rummaged through them, pulling out wipes, clothes, toothbrushes, body wash, everything we didn’t have.“Guess you got everything,” I said, sliding out of bed and padding over to him.“Yeah,” he said, his voice a little rough, gaze dropping to the way the shirt hung just above my thighs. I fought the urge to tug it lower.Mario handed me a to

SYLVIA'S POV We played around in the water for hours, splashing and tugging at each other, Mario’s deep laughter echoing through the field as I tried to escape his grasp. But eventually, the temperature dropped, and my skin prickled with chills. Mario noticed immediately, scooping me up in his arms and carrying me out of the water. He wrapped a towel around me, rubbing warmth back into my skin as we made our way back to the blanket.The food was cleared away, and we lay there, side by side, with the sky darkening above us. Stars flickered softly, and the air was cool, the world feeling small and intimate as we lay there, tangled together.I rolled over, pressing a gentle kiss to Mario’s lips. It was meant to be soft, but the moment our mouths met, he deepened it, his tongue sliding against mine, hot and slow. His hand found my waist, fingers spreading against my bare skin as he pulled me closer, but I pushed him down, straddling him, feeling him harden beneath me.Mario’s eyes darken