Semua Bab Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Damian’s lips moved feverishly against Aria’s, his fingers expertly rubbing her thighs as their bodies tangled in heat. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against her cheek as he whispered, “Do you remember the night at the club?” Aria’s eyes fluttered open, still hazy from the pleasure. She nodded, her lips slightly parted, her body already responding to his every touch. “Do you remember how you were craving for me to touch you?” His voice was deep, sultry, edged with hunger. “Yes,” Aria replied breathlessly, her voice soft but soaked in desire. "The way your breath hitched at every touch" Damian said. "Yes" Aria said slightly. A smirk curled Damian’s lips. “Well,” he said, his hands moving slowly upward, “I’m about to take you on a better rollercoaster.” He brought one hand to her chest, slipping it into her bra. His fingers brushed against her sensitive nipples, and a gasp escaped her lips. With practiced ease, he tugged the fabric down, letting her breasts fall free

Aria quickly brushed away the lingering thoughts of Marco… and his father, Damian. What’s wrong with me? she asked herself. I’m married to Damian. And Marco, he cheated on me. She shook her head, frustrated. I shouldn’t even be thinking about him. Uneasy, she reached for her phone and called Fiona. "Hey, I’ll come see you this afternoon, around three," she said. By the time the clock struck three, Aria was already dressed and on her way. Fiona opened the door with a warm smile. “Finally,” she said. “I’ve missed this face.” Aria managed a tired smile and walked in. Once seated, she didn’t hold back. “I feel like Damian sees me as a toy… something he can just use when it suits him.” Fiona raised an eyebrow. “I warned you, Aria. But you didn’t want to listen.” “That’s not even the worst part,” Aria said, lowering her voice. “Marco… he apologized. He’s been trying to get close to me again. We—” she paused, unsure if she should say it. Fiona’s expression darkened. “You wh

Aria remained on the cold marble floor long after the front door slammed shut, signaling Damian’s exit. Her breath came in short, shaky gasps, her chest rising and falling with each sob that tore through her throat. The sting in her neck from his grip was nothing compared to the weight in her heart. She pressed her trembling fingers to the bruises forming along her skin, feeling the outline of his anger burned into her. The humiliation, the fear, the pain, they all tangled inside her like a storm she couldn’t escape from. She had been foolish to think there might be a sliver of peace in this marriage. Foolish to think Damian could change. She blinked hard, trying to push back more tears, but they rolled down regardless, hot and bitter. Her thoughts spiraled back to Marco, to the kiss, the touch, the smooth lies whispered into her ears. Had she really fallen for it? Again? The shame was unbearable. She wasn’t innocent in this, but the punishment, was it deserved? And Damian...

Aria sat in silence, her eyes fixed on the view outside the window, though her thoughts were far from peaceful. The room felt suffocating despite its size, like a golden cage meant to keep her in place. A soft knock at the door startled her. “Come in,” she said quietly. A maid entered with a tray, setting it gently on the coffee table. “Good morning, Mrs. De Luca. Breakfast, as instructed by the Don.” Aria blinked at the title, Mrs. De Luca. It still didn’t feel real. “Thank you,” she murmured. The maid bowed slightly before exiting, closing the door behind her. Aria looked at the tray. Scrambled eggs, toast, freshly squeezed juice, and a bowl of fruit. All her favorites. Her stomach growled, but she hesitated. She picked up the fork and took a small bite, chewing slowly. Her throat felt tight. He thinks breakfast can fix everything? she thought bitterly. But despite herself, she kept eating. She needed her strength. She had to figure out what Damian meant when he

Aria was still trembling when Damian carried her into the mansion, his arms a fortress around her fragile frame. The chaos of the gunshot still echoed in her mind, louder than any scream. She wasn’t sure what shocked her more, the fact that someone had tried to kill her in broad daylight, or the way Damian had come charging through the crowd like a storm, pulling her into his arms without hesitation. The man she feared… had just saved her life. His strong arms were wrapped so tightly around her that she could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath his tailored suit. It didn’t match his usual icy demeanor. His scent, clean, crisp, with a trace of spice, settled around her like an anchor as he moved swiftly up the steps of the estate. “W-What are you doing?” she asked, her voice barely audible. Her lips were pale, and her body trembled in the aftermath of panic. Damian didn’t answer. His jaw was locked tight, eyes burning with something she couldn’t quite place, rage, protectivene