Semua Bab My Mafia Husband Thought, I Was Innocent : Bab 21 - Bab 30

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE I never needed to raise my voice. My silence said it all. I stepped out of the bathroom, skin warm, flushed from the shower, damp hair clung to my neck. The thin silk gown barely held on, straps slipped off my shoulders, hem grazed my thighs, nothing underneath, my pussy bare, heat still lingered from the water. I moved slow, deliberate, felt the fabric slide against my skin, teasing my nipples as I crossed the room. Dante lay in bed, naked, head tilted back, hand dragged over his jaw, pretending he wasn’t watching. His cock twitched under the sheet, betrayed his act. I didn’t ask for space, I took it. I slid beside him on the big luxurious bed, laid my head on his chest, claimed my place like I hadn’t been kept at arm’s length for years, like this wasn’t the first time he let me close without shoving me away after. My bare thigh pr

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE I placed the coffee gently on the edge of his desk.Not too close. Not too far.The porcelain clinked against the coaster just as he flipped another page in the file he was reviewing.A report. Cleanly typed, stamped, urgent.INTERCEPTED.VESSEL ARRIVED. CARGO MISSING.It only took a second. My eyes flicked toward the heading, then away, casual, smooth, as if I never glanced at all. My fingers brushed imaginary dust from the rim of his cup.He didn’t speak. But I saw it.The subtle tremor in his forearm.His knuckles whiten over the page.His jaw clenched so tight, I could see the veins on his neck rise like warning signs beneath skin. One tick of the muscle near his temple, just one, but it was enough.That was all I needed to know.Progress. Interrupted.This wouldn’t do.Just when his guard was beginning to slip. When the c

At Nico's mansion, when Dante left. The door hadn’t clicked shut before Nico groaned, spine arched, collapsed forward into the plush tangle of limbs below him. “God, finally,” he drawled, chest heaved, skin glistened with sweat, cock still hard, slick with cum. “He always knows when to ruin my rhythm.”The boy beneath, pale, trembling, throat littered with red teeth marks, whimpered, half-exhausted, half-wrecked from Nico’s final thrust, cock ground deep into his ass, slow, punishing. Nico pulled out, lazy, smeared in sweat and cum, rolled onto his back, sprawled like a king done with his toy.The living room pulsed, a writhing sea of bodies. Backs arched, slick with sweat, mouths gasped, moaned against flushed skin, hands clawed, stroked cocks and pussies, relentless. The room was a temple of carnal ruin, scented with musk, oil, and raw need. Nico sat at its altar, a god never sated.His assistant, shirtless, sweat

DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE She should’ve collapsed after the first time. But I wasn’t fucking done. My anger was far from spent. No. It was burning hotter now, deeper than before, knotted up inside me like barbed wire. And even though she was trembling beneath me, thighs slick and raw, her body pliant from the last time I took her, I still wanted more. Needed more. “Open your legs for me,” I growled, voice scraping low. She obeyed. Soft. Quiet. Innocent. Fuck. I should’ve walked away. I should’ve let her sleep. But she was mine. She wore my bruises now, my cum still dripping out of her swollen little cunt, and still, it wasn’t enough. I needed her ruined. I grabbed her waist, dragged her down to the edge of the mattress. Her breath hitched. I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “You’re going to take it again.

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE The silence didn’t scare me that afternoon.Not like it usually did.For the first time, it felt… quiet. In a way that made my chest flutter. I stayed curled in the robe he wrapped me in, my hair still damp from the bath, the sheets faintly smelling of him. The room still carried the weight of him, the scent of his cologne, the quiet echo of his voice when he told me to rest.I laid there, bare beneath the softness, and for a moment…I giggled.The sound startled me. It was too light, too real.But I didn’t stop it.I rolled onto my side, pulling the blanket with me, and pressed my face into the pillow. His pillow. Still warm. Still holding the shape of where he slept. My stomach did a little flip, the same stupid fluttering I used to laugh at other girls for. And yet here I was, burying my smile into the linen like a lovesick fool.Dante had washed my hair.He didn’t ev