All Chapters of The Captured Mafia Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Xiomar's POV“So what do you think?”Achilles looked at me for approval, this was the first time I was seeing the company building. I nodded, impressed by the sky high building. “You'll love the office even more,” he says, slamming the door of the Ferrari shut. I walk beside him, hee in his pristine crisp gray suite and matching tie. I knew I looked off next to him, my plain T-shirt and camo trousers with my boots. The receptionist's mouth dropped open as she saw us both. “Good morning boss,”she adjusted her blouse slightly so her cleavage showed more. “Who's your guest?” She gave me a one over from the top of her glasses, batting her eyelids. I grinned. “Xiomar Draghi, at your pleasure,” I stretched my hand out to her. Her bue eyes widened more. She was my type, blonde and horny. “Oh my,” she placed her hand in mine and I kissed it slightly,, bending down to reachher eye level.“This is my brother. Is Cassandra in?” Achilles snapped his fingers, causing her to loose her attention o

Emilio moved backwards from me. “Take your shirt off.” I removed it quickly, feeling the cold air hit my nipples. “Fuck, I miss these,”he sighs, taking one of my breasts in his hands.“What do you mean?” I stammered, he just glanced at me briefly before grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him.“You smell amazing, little bird,” he sighs, slowly releasing my hair from the burn I favoured. “I'm going to ruin you.”I craved his touch so badly. “Please,” I murmured, clinging to his biceps.Emilio shifted back, “Lie on the bed,” he says. I move away from him, going to the edge of Achilles bed. It was thrilling, the idea I might get my first orgasm from another man on his brother's bed. “Yes, just relax, I'll take care of you,” he whispers like we're sharing our deepest thoughts.Emilio looms over my body, his masculine form casting dark shadows on the wall. “Look at a real man, little bird. I'm so scared to touch you, scared you might run away from me,"he talks to me but I know I

Lyla' POVI rushed into the room, slamming the door behind me so hard, I felt the rattle in the ceilings. Collapsing on the bed did nothing to stop the errant beat that came out of me, I felt brand new.I was attracted to these men.Achilles, Xiomar and especially Emilio. The way he made me feel, the way he came. How his face confronted with pleasure, gasps of my name filling my ears as he came undone from my touch.“Fuck Lyla,”I scream into the pillow. This was not meant to happen, touching them. “It's just Stockholm syndrome,” I mutter, still tasting his cum.I go into the bathroom, refusing to look into the mirror to see myself. “What would Mama say?” I grab the toothpaste and my brush and proceed to clean my breath. It helps a bit. I can only taste mint now, choking me down to my throat. I still felt his tongue though—“Lyla Russo, snap out of this,” I whisper harshly to myself. A quick shower, that would help. Preferably a cold one. I felt better and I still had to deal with get

Emilio's POV When I came home from talking with Florian, I expected to come play with my little bird's tight cunt, visions of her orgasms flooded my brain, making me harder in my slacks filled my mind I did not expect to see her look so broken, covered in blood. “That was the guy that came in when I stepped out,” I tell Xiomar. I thought we hired the best, someone was really fucking with us. “Well, at least he's dead,”says X, fixated in the body.“What's going on here?” Achilles walks into the kitchen. “Stop there,” I call out. If his shoes get stained with blood, we will not hear the end of it tonight.“Is that a dead guard in our kitchen?” He bellows loudly. I shrug, “Lyla killed him.” Fuck I need a drink. I go to the bar, grabbing some fuck ass bourbon and a cup. “Want some?” Series of No comes as my answer. I couldn't think straight.Someone that wasn't me tried to hurt my little bird. Tried to take her life. I drowned the alcohol, hoping it numbs the voices.“Fuck, people ar

Lyla's POVI scrambled down his body, my knees hitting the floor in surrender. MY body is still shaking from that orgasm and I look up at him.“Open your mouth,” he says. I do that, opening it as wide as I can. He pushes the two fingers he had inside my pussy into my mouth and I close my lips, sucking and tasting myself on them. “Fucking whore,” his eyes glints with pleasure. “Take my cock out.”I reach for his pants, releasing the button there. Here I am, Lyla Russo first daughter of Ricardo Russo, about to suck my captors fucking cock. The sound of the zipper going down haunts my ears and when I put my hands into his pants, Achilles growls like he's in pain.“Stop fucking being slow and take it out,” he shouts at me. My hands shake as I do that, gasping at how big he is. He is almost as thick as Emilio, but somehow longer. These men are going to be the death of me.“Spit on it. You've seen Emilio' s dick before, stop acting like it's brand new.”I lift my eyes up to his own, locking