Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Divorced Billionaire Heiress For The Mafia Don: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

“Are you okay?” Viola asked, placing a palm on my shoulder as we drove away from the shop, heading back to the mansion. A small smile graced my lips. “Yeah, I am. Thank you for standing up for me.” “It’s not a problem. I never liked her when she was with Massimo. She was too fake and sassy.” Viola shrugged, leaning into the car seat. “You know who she is?” My curiosity bubbled. “Yeah, she and Massimo were like…” Viola trailed off, winking at me. “Boning each other?” I inquired with the lifting of my brows. She nodded in response. “I see.” My heart constricted and jealousy drowned me, filling my lungs and veins. “Why didn’t he marry her then?” I inquired, slightly annoyed by this information. “Because he didn’t love her, she was probably just his play thing,” Viola answered. Her words struck a cord within me. What did she mean by because he didn’t love Leah? Did that mean that… nah, he was getting married to me for the contract. Viola kept talking about Lea

Massimo held out his elbow to me but I grabbed his strong arm instead, splaying my fingers over it for a good feel. He steered me towards the entrance of whatever function he had brought me to. “What’s the function about?” I questioned, plastering a fake smile on my face. “It’s some sort of mafia party to celebrate a certain victory,” Massimo answered, waving at a few men and women who hung outside the house. I hummed, feeling a bit jittery. I had never attended a mafia party before. Would they all be wielding guns or knives? Would they just pull out a gun and put a bullet in the head of people they didn’t like? My mind raced with questions. “Are you nervous?” Massimo inquired, rubbing the back of my palm with his hand, easing the anxiety that knotted my stomach. “Nope, I’m fine,” I lied, or did I? I mean, I felt safe beside him, so I was good. We walked to the two ornate doors, which had a guard standing in front of it dressed in a black suit, wearing an earpiece.

My eyes widened at first, but they fluttered shut when his hands found my waist, gripping it and pulling me closer to his body in a way that I could feel his heart beating against mine. Massimo’s lips intoxicated me, drowning me in a pool of desire and need. This time around, the kiss wasn’t soft and gentle like the previous one. This was like fire. It was fierce and consuming, stealing the breath out of my lungs. I was still trying to process what was happening. Voices protested in my head, telling me to step away from him, but I was conflicted on what to do. His hands roamed my body, ravaging every inch of it and sending chills down my spine. Slowly, he stuck out his tongue, probing at my lips in a silent request for entrance. “Massimo,” I moaned in between the kiss, slowly holding on to the reins of self-control. I regained my senses, palming his chest as I slightly pushed him, pulling away from the kiss. “What?” He asked, resting his forehead against mine with lus

The moment I stepped out of the house, cold breeze skimmed across my skin, growing more and more aggressive. I scanned the environment, gauging the amount of rain that fell from the sky. I could definitely go under it to look for a cab. I hastened my footsteps away from the building. When I reached the gate, I inspected for the lock. Sighting it, I stretched to unlock it but stopped mid-action when one of the guardsmen called after me.“Going somewhere?” He asked, and I could tell he was cocking up his brows even with the dim lighting of the compound.“Yeah, I’m exhausted. I need to go home,” I answered, holding my head. “Under the rain?” He inquired, eyeing me from head to toe. “Without a ride?”I pressed my lips together, watching the doubtful expression on his face as rain balls I’d down his cheeks.Could he not question me like this? I didn’t want Massimo to find me here. I was certain he wouldn’t guess I’d want to leave the party.I forced a smile, hoping it’d distract him. “

My breath caught in my throat when I felt my body tilting aggressively to the side with air rushing into my lungs. I gasped and my eyes shot open as I thrashed my hands forward, desperately trying to grab something to stop myself from falling. My eyes snapped shut when the side of my face slammed into the grou–wait, this wasn’t no floor. It was hard, but nothing like an interlocked ground. It didn’t cause me pain, but comfort. I released my muscles, using my palms to feel what I had just landed on.My throat tightened. It was a well-defined broad chest. I opened my eyes, looking up at Massimo’s clenched jaw. One of his hand was around the back of my knee, while the other rested on my back as he carried me bridal style out of the car.I was meant to protest, but my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth. Butterflies–no, a zoo camped in my stomach, exciting my nerves at the body contact.My conscience chastised me for feeling this way after what he had said, comparing my pussy to that o