All Chapters of The Mafia' s Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Holding a hand over her hip, he ground against her, wreaking havoc on her insides. She groans as she grinds against him in response. "Tell me you are mine!" he growls against her ear, pinching her nipples. "Fuck!" she yells. Wrapping a hand around her neck, cutting off her air, he starts thrusting faster, assaulting her with a cascade of sensations. She screams and yells for him to let her cum, but he is not having it, withholding her orgasm till she begs for mercy. "Say it!" he snarls, the voice rough to her ears, and she gives in. Sobbing, "Yes, yes I am yours," she screams. And he presses her face into the bed and starts driving into her; it hurts, but she craves every bit of pleasure and pain. His fingers strum against her clit, coercing several orgasms from her till she trembles, her stomach spasms from the force of her release. He fucks her through her orgasm and finally, after several thrusts, stills against her.He pulled out of her and carried her in his arms to the bathroom.

Yasmine POV Luca excused himself to the men’s room, disappearing toward the back of the restaurant. The place was quiet, almost too quiet—just Giuseppe behind the counter and me at my table, the only patron in sight. The soft clink of the entrance bell broke the silence. A man stepped inside, tall and commanding, dressed in a perfectly tailored Armani suit that seemed to carry the weight of old money and power. His polished shoes barely made a sound against the tiled floor. He greeted Giuseppe warmly in rapid Italian, their exchange too fast for me to catch every word, but I noticed Giuseppe’s eyes flick nervously in my direction more than once. A moment later, the stranger crossed the room with effortless confidence, stopping at my table. “Ciao, Signorina Fernandez?” The sound of my name startled me. My fingers froze around the small porcelain cup, the steam from my espresso curling between us. I lowered it slowly, meeting his gaze. “Ciao,” I answered cautiously. “Do I k

Luca POV The drive back home was torture. Silence stretched thick and suffocating, but inside me it was anything, but quiet . Rage roared, sharp and violent, coiling with a hunger I couldn't take. My hands gripped the wheel so tightly my knuckles ached, but it was the only thing keeping me from reaching across the seat and taking what was already mine. She sat beside me, arms wrapped around herself, I said nothing, words would have been useless. I needed to get her home,away from curious eyes, away from anyone who dared to imagine they had the right to look at her the way that bastard did. When we got to the garage,I killed the engine, stepped out and open her door. My hands closed around her,firm and unrelenting. I did not give her the chance to refuse. She followed silent but I could feel the tremor in her hand. We stepped into the elevator, while she bristled with anger at my treatment of her but remained silent. The door to the penthouse opened. Valentina was waiting at the e

Yasmine POV I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The sheets cocooned us as we lay entwined, my fingers idly threading through the hairs on his chest. After the shower, he had taken me several more times until exhaustion left me weak and trembling in his arms. “When are we leaving tomorrow?” I asked, meeting his gaze. “As early as morning. Why? Don’t want to leave yet?” he murmured, tilting his head toward me. “The estate is so secluded… can’t we stay a little longer?” I pressed softly. “How about this why don’t you go shopping with Valentina tomorrow? I still have a few matters to take care of here. You can explore the city to your heart’s content.” His tone sharpened slightly. “But make sure you stick with the guards.” “Yes, sir. I will.” I smiled, but his eyes darkened in that way that always made my toes curl. He could be so intense at times, and in moments like this, I felt like the man has an even darker side to him. ******

Valentina selected several Italian food ingredients, both frozen and fresh, before they moved on to the clothes and bags section. Under Lucas’ careful instructions, she picked out a few outfits and handbags.Once they had everything they needed, the group made their way to a small coffee shop within the complex. Choosing a window-side table, they handed all their shopping bags to Santo and the other men before settling in for a cup of coffee.Yasmine ordered a cappuccino, while Valentina opted for a latte.Yasmine scrolled through her Instagram reels for a while, sipping slowly, before excusing herself to the ladies’ restroom. Santo, as always, stationed himself outside the door while she went inside.At the sink, as she washed her hands, another woman approached her. She looked ordinary, passable, no threat on the surface, but Yasmine’s instincts prickled with unease. She deliberately averted her gaze.“Hi, Miss Fernandez,” the woman greeted suddenly, her tone warm.Yasmin looked up,