Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold to the Mafia Boss : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Logan's P. O. V. I hadn't waited for any more of the bullshit my family had to say about my unruly fight with my brother before I stormed out last night. Fighting him was never a plan but measures deserved to be taken accordingly when asked for. I know fighting was hopeless and childish but I hoped my father was satisfied with the circus of a show he put on last night. Because I did, every last bit of it. I barely slept at night. Every conversation kept replaying in my head. Then the image of my mother weeping at the table as I stormed out, Graziella's voice calling after me but I didn't stop. I still woke up with the same anger. I didn't have anything else to do here at Italy and I planned to be out as soon as possible. I ordered for some gym wears which was delivered to my room in an instance. What better way to get rid of bad energy than hitting the gym in an early morning. I took the elevator to the wide gymnasium in the hotel. I popped a gum into my mouth and carried a f

Logan's P. O. V. Her cries stung me, sang pain in my ears and the fears I never thought I was capable of feeling engulfed me as I strangled her. I strangled her because I saw how her face paled out. I'm a monster. Yes, maybe my father was right after all and even she said it herself once. I'm a hopeless monster without hope of redemption. My demons are far bigger than me and there was no going back anymore. I have reached that point of no retreat. When Layla's hands fell off my forearm, I thought I'd lost her forever. That was when the fear happened. And I let her go instantly. Then she coughed water. I didn't know what I was doing a split second ago and I couldn't believe I would hurt a woman whom I loved simply because she didn't want or love me back. I let her drop to the floor and stepped back, cursing under my breath. I couldn't believe I nearly killed the one woman I thought I was in love with. Was this love or hate? I hurried out immediately, cross

"Logan?” I asked when there was no response. “Yeah?” The huskiness in his tone made me straighten and turn to look at him. My breath caught. He was standing tall in front of me, his hands resting on the table next to the wall, watching me with hooded eyes. That lingering, intense, and measuring look caused my pulse to quicken. He raised an eyebrow. “Um…” I had to search my brain for my thoughts. Oh right. Dinner. “Did you have dinner yet?” His pink tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. “Yeah.” He paused, then said, “But I feel like eating.” I held on to the flower glass for support. My knees suddenly felt weak. “I-I’ll make you something to eat. What would you like?” He shook his head no, but his eyes told me everything he wanted. And then… “I would really like,” he said, his voice low, “to eat you.” My eyes widened, breaths coming in pants as my heart thudded against my chest. He made a mesmerizing picture, standing there watching my every move. As

I thought I couldn’t have been more scandalized than I already was, but when I felt his nose nuzzle me there and heard him inhale— “Logan, no!” I covered my face with my hands. I wanted to hide in embarrassment. “Layla” he murmured softly. “It’s okay, baby. I love your taste. I love your smell. I love everything about you. Look at me,” he coaxed. I couldn’t. How could he expect me to? I was beyond embarrassed. No one had ever… I heard him straighten. I let out a sharp breath when I felt his hands close around my wrists gently. “Layla,” he cajoled, pulling my hands away to expose my face to him. But I couldn’t look… His lips drifted to my shoulders, my neck, my cheeks, all the while murmuring sweet things to me. “You’re so damned beautiful. You taste like a dream, like a drug.” I was panting. I was lost, so lost in him. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was gazing at me, leaning forward, his hands flat on the table on either side of my hips. He had a small smi

I woke up in his arms. I felt aches in my body, I felt hurt between my legs but I didn't wanna give much attention to it. I rose my head from his chest and looked up to find his face. I knew things would never be the same between us again. I'd given my body to this man. I'd sacrificed everything for him and in my defense, I lied that I was trying to escape.I knew he'd said he loved and adored me during the heated session last night but I wasn't sure if he'd said all he did because of my body or he truly meant it. He was gentle last night, throughout the night and I remember him asking if I was alright after we were done. I remember feeling dizzy afterwards and falling asleep right next to his naked body. I remember him pulling me close and covering my body with the duvet.I knew I was just another woman on his sexual list. I'd thrown my body at him last night, waking up with the hope that things really change and that he'd see the sacrifice I made for him.Logan's eyes flew open