Semua Bab The Mafia' s Bride: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Yasmine POV "Shh..." he whispers, ascending over me as he captures my mouth in another profound kiss, a kiss that seemed to draw the very breath from my lungs and send it swirling back, laced with an unspoken intensity. Releasing me momentarily from the intoxicating embrace, he begins to undress, a deliberate and sensual act as he removes his shirt, revealing the taut muscles beneath, and then his slacks, which fall silently to the floor. Following this unveiling, he takes my hand, his touch both gentle and commanding, and guides it to enclose his hardened length, encouraging me with a subtle pressure to stroke him, a silent invitation to explore the burgeoning desire that pulsed between us. He groans, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through the air, a testament to the pleasure and anticipation building within him, and then, with a fluid motion, he slides between my legs, positioning himself with careful precision, guiding the head of his shaft to my opening, a moment of exquis

Yasmine POV I opened my eyes and groaned, feeling sore and thoroughly used. I felt a band of arms surrounding me and looked back to see Luca had not left. It's almost dawn now. I sigh; it looks like I can't escape him no matter how much I try. Why not just go with the flow? At least I get a free vacation, delicious food, and hot sex in the mix. And he has made a lot of efforts for me, even giving me my own studio space to work. I sigh, feeling torn. I turn within his arms to get a good look at him. He's still in deep sleep and has dark stubble on his cheek. I slip out of his arms quietly and slide out of bed. I pick up his discarded clothes on the floor and fold them, placing them at the foot of the bed before dropping my gown in the hamper. I took a quick shower and changed into a simple white shirt and denim shorts, and headed to the studio. The studio is a large space with arched windows, giving it an airy feeling and plenty of light. The room is large enough and contains everyth

Luca POVI took away her freedom, so I must compromise if I want her to stay with me of her own free will. I understand how significant this is, as I have placed restrictions that could make her feel trapped, and it's essential to regain her trust. "How about this: why don't you stay here for three months, and if you still want to leave by then, I will let you go," I promised, trying to offer a solution that respects her autonomy. "Really?" she asked, her eyes searching mine for sincerity. I nodded in agreement, fully aware that this might be the only way to prove my intentions. "On the condition that you give me a chance, I don't want to lose you. I will arrange for your phone and laptop to be sent to your room, so you can call your parents and Matt and let them know that you are fine." This was my attempt to provide her with some reassurance, hoping it would help her feel more at ease."Okay, that sounds good to me," she said with a smile, a glimmer of hope and relief evident in her

Yasmine POVI finally summon up the courage to call my Dad, feeling like the worst daughter in the world. I hate lying to them for any reason. But now there is no way I can tell them the truth. I know they are well taken care of even if anything happens to me due to my generous life insurance and the bank account I have set up for them. Despite the fact that we have not seen each other for more than a year now, I really love my parents but just end up working too much just to make sure they don't lack anything in their old age.Dad is a retired college professor, and Mom is a retired high school teacher. Even though they've both planned for their retirement and really hate to take money from me, saying they don't want to be an inconvenience, I still want to help. My parents had me in their late forties, and they've always talked about me being a miracle child. Now they are both in their early seventies. Damn, it's not as if I'm here to die. I will go back home and make it up to them,

Yasmine POV A low chuckle echoed through the trees, a sound that sent a fresh wave of panic through her. It wasn't the boisterous laugh of a man enjoying a joke, but a soft, dangerous rumble, like a predator savoring the hunt."Faster, cara," Luca's voice was a mere whisper, yet it carried through the moonlit forest with unnerving clarity, wrapping around her like cold tendrils. "Or do you want me to catch you?"Yasmine didn't reply, only increased her pace, her muscles screaming in protest. Her breath hitched in her throat, a ragged *gasp* with every desperate stride. The initial thrill was fading, replaced by a growing, suffocating dread. She was running blindly, her only goal to put as much distance as possible between herself and the man who hunted her. The very air felt thick with his presence, an invisible rope tugging her back even as she strained forward.Another whisper, closer this time, made her stumble. "Is that all you have, little bird? Such a weak flutter."Her heart h