Todos os capítulos de BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Roberto wasn't ready for the effect Kylie would have on him. He swung open the door, and there she stood-softly flushed from the bite of the cold air, her hair tussled from the wind, her blue eyes locking onto his like they had all the time in the world, drinking him in just as much as he was drinking her in. The sight of her made the knot in his chest loosen, and he couldn't keep himself from speaking the words that had been building in him all day."I missed you."Her smile was like the warmth of the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm. It hit him with the force of something deeper than simple affection-like an anchor in the middle of a tumultuous sea. "I missed you, too."The words were barely out of her mouth before his lips were on hers, unable to wait another second. Her lips were soft and warm, and when they met his, everything else in the world faded. She melted against him, her arms sliding around his neck, pulling him in, just as much as he was pulling her. He nippe

Kylie never thought it could be like this. The heat of Roberto's hands on her hips grounded her, tethered her to the moment as his cock filled her completely, making her lose all sense of where she ended and he began. The shadows of his room wrapped around them like a cocoon, intimate and all-consuming. Their jagged breaths mingled in the quiet, each exhale fueling the fire between them. When his thumb found her clit, stroking it with deliberate precision, the sensation sent a jolt through her entire body, igniting her nerves.Her cry was half-moan, half-plea. "Oh God."Roberto didn't stop. He did it again, his rhythm devastatingly perfect, matching the roll of her hips as she slid down onto him. She tried to hold onto the fragile thread of control, but it was slipping away, unraveling with every brush of his thumb and thrust of his hips. Her eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the pleasure building in her core like a crescendo she couldn't resist."I can't-" she gasped, her voice tr

Roberto woke to an empty bed. The sheets beside him were cool, her absence stark in the early morning stillness. He turned onto his back, staring at the ceiling as he processed what had happened. She was gone. He didn't need to check the rest of the apartment to confirm it; the silence said everything.She'd waited until he was asleep to leave, slipping out like a thief in the night.Anger and relief warred within him. He wasn't sure whether to be pissed that she'd left without a word or grateful that she'd spared him the awkward goodbye. Their conversation last night had pushed her too far-that much was clear. But how could it not? He'd seen the shadows in her eyes, the weight she carried. And those bruises. His fists clenched just thinking about them, ghostly marks that whispered of a threat he couldn't name.Whoever had left those marks on her throat was still out there.And she wouldn't tell him.He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. He couldn't fight an enemy he coul

When Kylie agreed to spend the day with Roberto's sisters, she'd envisioned a spa outing, complete with massages and mimosas-a much-needed reprieve from her chaos-filled life. Instead, she found herself standing outside a dimly lit warehouse near Fenway Park, her unease growing as Sophia, Roberto's older sister, confidently led the way inside.The loud bass reverberated through her chest the moment they stepped through the door. A sea of bodies writhed in sync with the music, the club's pulsating lights illuminating the scene in flashes of red, blue, and gold. Kylie's gaze darted to Keira and Sloan, the younger sisters accompanying them, but neither seemed fazed by their surroundings. If anything, Keira looked thrilled, her wide grin suggesting she was ready to dive headfirst into the chaos.Sophia maneuvered through the crowd with practiced ease, her commanding presence parting the sea of dancers. The younger women trailed behind her, and Kylie had no choice but to follow. They climb

Sophia felt the weight of his words settle between them like an unspoken challenge. The small room, barely lit by the neon glow filtering through the cracked door, seemed to shrink around them. His gaze didn't waver, those ice-blue eyes holding hers, daring her to respond. She could still feel the phantom sting of his earlier comment, but she refused to let it show. She wasn't here to explain herself-or to be judged."And yet," she murmured, tilting her head with a sly smile, "it's benefiting you, so maybe you shouldn't ask too many questions."His chuckle was low, a rumble that echoed in the confined space. "You're right. I need this tonight."His tone shifted with that admission, and Sophia barely had time to process it before he closed the distance between them. His hands, rough and commanding, seized her waist, pulling her flush against him. His mouth descended on hers with an intensity that left no room for hesitation. This wasn't some careless, fumbling kiss from a drunken stra