Falling For The Mafia Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

"Get out, you fucking bitch!" Marcus barked harshly, shoving his steel-hard dick back into his pants, fumbling slightly as he reached for his trousers. His voice was sharp and dangerous, dripping with frustration and desire left unsatisfied.Raven stood still, trembling. Something about what she’d just witnessed stirred something deep inside her. The scent of sweat and lust still hung heavy in the air. Her body betrayed her, a wave of wetness pooling between her thighs. Her nipples hardened, brushing against the thin fabric of her blouse. She shouldn’t feel this, not about him. Not about Marcus Gonzales.But damn it, she did.She clutched her arms around herself, confused and ashamed. Why am I imagining him holding me the same way? Touching me the same way? Why do I wish it was me beneath him, moaning his name?No, she screamed inside. I can’t feel this. I’m a servant. Just a servant, and I have my lover.But what I just saw is driving a strong sensation through my body, flicking up fr

Raven didn’t know which burned more—Marcus’s scent still on her skin or the panic she felt when she saw Franca at the other end of the hallway.Her heart hammered as she adjusted her dress quickly and walked toward her friend. She masked her flushed cheeks with a polite, tired smile."Where have you been?" Franca asked, folding her arms.Raven forced a chuckle. "Marcus asked me to tidy up... an abandoned room downstairs. He said he was expecting a special guest."Franca raised a brow, skeptical. "He’s usually expecting his usual sluts, but not a maid," she said jokingly.Raven dropped her gaze, guilt washing over her. Then, trying to change the topic and use the moment to apologize to her, she said, "Franca... I’m sorry. I shattered your dreams of becoming married into the Gonzales family. But you know I didn’t choose any of this. If I had my way, you’d be the one Matteo chose for Marcus. You deserve it. You’ve worked just as hard as I have.""I’ve worked hard, yes," Franca replied sof

As the door creaked open slowly.Raven froze, her fingers still clutching the worn piece of paper that had just slipped beneath the windowsill minutes ago. Her heart thundered in her chest as Marcus stepped in, his presence swallowing the room like a storm cloud.He wore his tuxedo jacket undone, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the sharp lines of his neck and the faintest hint of ink curling around his collarbone. His dark eyes scanned her. Her flustered stance, the way she hid something behind her back.Marcus’s jaw ticked."What are you holding?" His voice was low. Calm. Too calm.Raven hesitated, then slowly handed him the paper. She expected a reaction. A curse. A flash of rage.But Marcus didn’t even glance at the words.He crumpled the letter in one hand, walked past her, and dropped it on the side table like it was nothing more than a grocery list. "The Atlans," he muttered with quiet disdain. "Always barking. Never biting."Raven blinked. "But it’s a threat.""No.

That night draped over the Gonzales estate like a thick, mourning shroud. Late Gonzales was buried immediately, as it was their tradition to bury the Mafias without a delay.Thunder grumbled beyond the hills. Rain tapped against the stained-glass windows, as if the heavens themselves wept for Alessandro Gonzales. Every candle flickered with the weight of his passing. Every corridor whispered his name.But Raven mourn him just the way everyone else did.She barely knew the man, yet he had marked her life forever.Now she was bound by blood, by marriage, by the twisted destiny that threaded her fate to the Gonzaless’. And to Marcus.She sat on the edge of the bed in their chambers, staring at her hands. They wouldn’t stop shaking.The door creaked open behind her.Marcus entered slowly. His black shirt clung to his body, damp from the rain. His jaw was clenched tight, but it wasn’t anger she saw. It was restraint. Pain. Guilt. Conflict.He locked the door behind him neither of them spoke

Marcus unfolded the delicate page slowly, the paper crackling beneath his fingers.A map hand-drawn, inked with strange glyphs and markings that shimmered faintly in the light.He’d seen it before.Not in a dream. Not in a nightmare.In his father’s hands, days before his death.His gaze snapped to Raven, and something sharp flickered in his eyes part betrayal, part alarm, part hunger.She shifted, clutching the blanket tighter.He stepped closer.Her breath hitched."Where did you get this?" His voice was soft. Too soft."I—I didn’t mean to lie," she stammered.But it was too late for denial.Marcus was in front of her now, looming. He dropped the page on the nightstand and reached for her. One hand slid around the back of her neck, Not in anger, but in a dominant grip, sensual and electrifying. His thumb brushed her jawline, his fingers tangled in her hair."Look straight into my eyes," he commanded, voice a growl laced with possessive fury. "Never lie to Daddy."Raven gasped, her la