Semua Bab The Mafia's Little Raven: Bab 101 - Bab 110

DAMIEN ..Her touch was light, sending shivers down my spine, reigniting the fire.My shirt fell open, then off, pooling at my feet.She reached for the buckle of my belt. Her fingers worked the leather, the metal, my pants slid down and I kicked them away.Standing there in just my briefs, then stripping those off too, my cock hard and throbbing, aching for her, to feel her body against mine, to hear her voice.She looked at my body, her eyes trailing down my chest, my abdomen and then reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles, the faint scars I carried.Then her hands moved lower, finding me, the feel of her touch soft, exploring, igniting every nerve ending.She cupped me, her fingers wrapping around me, a slow, deliberate touch that made me groan, a raw sound pulled from my gut.She smiled then, a slow, deep smile of pure desire, her eyes still locked on mine.“You’re perfect, Damien.”My hands found her, tracing the curve of her waist, the delicate lace of her ga

LEILA .. My gut clenched.A familiar, sharp pain.Seeing him. Seeing him like that, happy with her, after everything.A sigh escaped me, long and shaky, filled with a cocktail of exhaustion, pain, and something that felt suspiciously like jealousy.Goddamn it.I hit my phone on the desk, not hard enough to break it, but hard enough to make the wood protest.Rolled my eyes, a physical show of my frustration.Why did they have to be everywhere? Why did he have to look so okay? So happy?“Breathe, Leila,” I muttered to myself, the words a mantra, a desperate attempt to regain control over my runaway emotions. Just breathe. I closed my eyes, focusing on the simple act of inhaling, exhaling and pushing back the image and the feeling it evoked.A soft knock on my office door startled me, my eyes snapped open. Right. Still at work. Still alive. Still here.“Come in,” I called out, my voice weary and the door opened as Sophia walked in, her smile wide, her eyes twinkling. My fri

LEILA ..“Okay, L, focus This one” Sophia held up a dress, a swirl of emerald green silk, her eyes wide with evangelical fervor.We were in a dressing room at Bergdorf Goodman, surrounded by discarded garments and Sophia’s boundless enthusiasm.After my reluctant promise not to entirely self-immolate with work, she’d taken my agreement to a ‘possible date’ as a green light to initiate a full-scale wardrobe intervention.“Soph, it’s a lot of green,” I said, looking at the shimmering fabric.It was beautiful, everything in here was, but it felt extra. Like I was trying too hard.“Exactly” she crowed.“It’s not your usual ‘blend into the wallpaper’ black. This says ‘I am here, I am fabulous, and I might just set something on fire’.” She grinned, tossing the dress towards me.“Try it on.”We’d been at it for over an hour.We went to a few stores and looked at dresses and even tried some on, everything looked so nice, the fabrics like whispers against my skin, the colors like jewels, an

LEILA ..I visited temples, their ancient stones cool beneath my bare feet, the air inside smelling of incense and peace.The intricate carvings on the walls told stories I didn’t understand, but the feeling was universal, a quiet reverence, a sense of something larger than myself.I ate street food, bold, explosive flavors that danced on my tongue, sat on tiny plastic stools at makeshift stalls, surrounded by locals, feeling like an observer in a world that was both utterly alien and strangely welcoming.The sun here didn’t just shine, it blazed, a molten gold disc in the sky that turned everything it touched into something incandescent.The rain didn’t just fall, it poured, a sudden, torrential downpour that sent everyone scattering, the streets turning into temporary rivers in minutes.The nights weren’t just dark, they were alive, filled with the glow of lanterns, the murmur of voices, the distant beat of music, that’s the pattern of how it went so forgive this.It’s making me

LEILA ..He lowered his head, trailing kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, to my breasts.My nipples tightened instantly, hard buds begging for his touch, his mouth as he took one in, suckling gently at first, then harder, drawing a sharp gasp from my lips.God, the sensation of pure fire.He moved to the other, giving each equal attention, driving me wild with pleasure. My moans began then, soft, raw sounds pulled from deep in my gut, filling the quiet room, a melody of rising desire.His hand moved lower, finding the heat between my legs and yes I was wet, from when I had set my eyes on him.So incredibly wet.My body responded instinctively to his touch, to his presence, to the raw intensity building between us. His fingers found my pussy, tracing the delicate folds, finding the source of my heat.He smiled against my skin, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.“So wet,” he murmured, his voice husky, accented, a sound that made my belly clench.His fingers explored, nudging