Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Arranged Bride : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

GiannaDid Nico say he wanted to shave me?There?I couldn’t speak, could only nod, heart racing as he lathered up the body wash in his palm again and spread it gently between my legs. His fingers moved slowly, deliberately, massaging the foam into my skin, and even that had me clutching the wall behind me, thighs trembling.“You’re shaking,” he said, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.And then he began—precise, careful strokes of the razor gliding over my skin. His free hand stayed firm on my thigh, steadying me. I couldn’t believe he was doing this, my breath shallow with anticipation and pleasure. And the way he looked up at me, focused, hungry, reverent, made me feel like I was something sacred.When he finished, he set the razor down, then rinsed me gently with his hands, washing the last of the foam away. His thumb brushed over the freshly bare skin, and then without a word…he leaned in.His mouth found me again, softer now, tongue slow and deliberate. I cried out, hips jerk

Gianna An eternity later, Amara pulled into some sort of a dark, secluded place in particularly nowhere. How far have we come from the city? I clearly didn’t like this, but she hardly seemed bothered.“Okay, are you ready?” she asked, turning to me.“I guess,” I nodded, trying not to be a complete pussy. Amara grinned and I blinked when she checked her stash of weapons. A gun tucked in the waistband of her jeans, knives hidden in her socks, and even a small knife guised as a clip tucked in her hair.“I raided Leo’s stash a bit,” she winked. “Now let’s go. We are obviously going to be stopped because this place is heavily guarded so there is going to be a bit of violence. But don’t worry…just stay with me.”I didn’t feel calm after hearing those words as she was climbing out of the car. I followed after her and I so wished I had some training too. It rained earlier in the day so the ground was wet and squelchy and our shoes made sloppy sounds as we made our way through some sort of hi

Nico“What place is this?” Leo grimaced, gazing around.We had gathered at Villa Monteluce, an abandoned 17th-century chapel-turned-safehouse nestled into the Umbrian cliffs. It had been ours for decades. The thick stone walls were cold, cracked, and silent. It was the kind of place where no one could hear you die.Leo already made a beeline for the makeshift bar with Domani following after him. Xavier and Caelian stood near the arched stained-glass window, eyes sweeping the perimeter. The guards were already positioned outside, armed and ready to attack anyone who came even closer than ten feet. And it wasn’t likely because this was built right on the edge of the cliffs.I took my seat at the head of the table, a place where my father sat the last time we were here. And even though I was slightly anxious, my heart was at peace. As per Gianna’s current location, she was at home, and she texted me that she would be going to bed soon after finishing work.That was more than enough, and I

GiannaGianna responded instantly, her fingers threading into my hair, gripping the back of my neck as she yanked me closer. Our mouths crashed, her lips parted, the second mine touched hers, and I took full advantage. My tongue slid against hers. slow, possessive, tasting the soft moan, she tried to swallow. She kissed me back like she needed it to survive, like the last two days had left her aching.God, she tasted like everything I’d missed. Sweet, soft, and something wilder underneath.Gianna whimpered into my mouth, nails digging lightly into my shoulders as I sucked on her bottom lip, once, twice and then dove back in, tongue stroking hers in a rhythm that was anything but gentle.When I finally pulled back, breath ragged, her lips were kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide with heat.“You missed me too,” she panted, the beautiful smile crossing her lips as she pressed her forehead against mine. We were both a breathless mess.“Now you know,” I said, gazing up at her.“

NicoI walked to the handgun wall and picked a Glock 19. Simple. Reliable. Nothing fancy. I checked the magazine, cleared the chamber, and then handed it to her. Gianna hesitated before wrapping her fingers around it. And as expected, her grip was all wrong. “Your stance is off,” I muttered. “Here.” I moved behind her and placed my hands over hers. My fingers closed over hers, adjusting the grip. “You’re holding it too tight. Keep it firm, but don’t choke it. This isn’t a bat.” I stepped in closer, guiding her arms up. “Feet shoulder width. Lean forward slightly. Elbows bent. Don’t lock them.” Gianna exhaled deeply. “Now sight down the barrel. Not at the ceiling. There. Align it with the target.” I let go but didn’t step back. She stayed focused.