All Chapters of Claimed by the Italian Mafia King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

TESSA I must have imagined it all last night because this morning, the bed was very much empty. I felt stronger today and was tired of being cooped up in this room so I got dressed in some casual clothes and headed downstairs. This was my first time stepping out of the room since I got here and the place was beautiful to say the least. My interest spiked, I needed to explore. I headed downstairs, passing through the living room before reaching the entrance doors. It was guarded by two men, but surprisingly, when I got closer, they made way for me to pass. I knitted my brows in confusion. That was easy. I'd thought they'd stop me from going out just like the other time back at the villa. The wind blew at my hair which I let fall in their natural waves.The blue ocean stretched endlessly before me, disappearing into the horizon. I wrapped my arms around myself, rocking slightly on my feet as I absent-mindedly admired the beautiful scenery before me. The air was fresh. I really n

TESSA I stood rooted to the spot as I watched him storm out of the room. My chest rose and fell rapidly. I felt a sting on my chin where he grabbed. I raked my fingers through my hair as I tried to calm myself down. This was all too much. A part of me wanted to be thankful that he saved me from eating that food, but a stronger part hated that his first resort was to kill. She pleaded till her last breath yet he didn't show mercy. How heartless can one get exactly? I wiped the tears on my cheeks, the rain hitting loudly against the windows. I could sense the anger in his tone when I said it would be better if I was dead. Frankly speaking, I think it would. But saving myself is the least of my problems. My family comes first. I need to ensure their safety first. I'd realized I let my emotions get the best of me tonight. But what exactly can be expected when even in my dreams I couldn't get a second of peace. I sat down on the bed, watching the night fade while silently battlin

TESSA I wished the ground would open and swallow me whole. I pulled out from his hold, not daring to look up at him nor the other men. “Storms get bad this time of the year. We leave for my safehouse in the city during the weekend.” He said in a business-like tone as if he wasn't a bit affected by what happened. I nodded, not finding my words. “Um… I should get going now..,” I rambled on as my hand raised up to clutch the side of my neck. Without a second thought, I scurried away, passing by the huge men and rushing back up to the room. I mentally cursed myself for how I reacted. What the hell did I say? I couldn't even form a proper sentence? “Oh my God,” I groaned, burying my face into a pillow as I laid down flat on my stomach. I beat at the bed while kicking my feet in the air as muffled sounds escaped through my screams. I knew I was as red as a tomato. Oh my God, they'd probably be thinking we did something! And why did I lean in to him when I should have pushed him a

TESSA I bit on my lower lip, resting my back against the couch as I rubbed my fingers against my folds, amazed by how wet I was. The feeling was both dangerous and electrifying. Touching myself in front of him and to make it more intense was the way his eyes never left mine as if holding a silent dare. Within a blink of an eye, he was right in front of me, towering above me. His body blocked the view of the city outside. He gripped my hand that was in my shorts, pulling them out. He lowered his head, plopping my fingers that had just been down there into his mouth. His lips were warm around my fingers. My lips parted as I watched him suck my fingers. My chest heaved. I was burning with need. With each breath I took, the ache between my legs intensified. My lips parted but no words came out. A low moan came from him as he sucked on my fingers and that was my undoing. I tried to recollect myself and stand up but he placed his hands on both sides of the couch, caging me in. “Da

TESSA I sat up against the headboard, the sheets tangling around my thighs as I stared at the figure standing at the doorway. The sun was out, there was no masking what he saw. He had just witnessed me moaning his name in my sleep and the smirk on his face did nothing to hide his amusement. Oh my God. Can this get any worse? “How–how long have you been there?” I blurted the first thing that came to my mind. “Long enough to hear how badly you want me,” he took a step inside the room, filling up the space. I instantly felt exposed under his intense gaze although I was fully clothed. “Judging by how loud you were even in your sleep and how flushed you look right now,” his lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. “I'd say you were having one hell of a dream, piccola.” My stomach twisted. “You probably misheard,” I tried to be defensive. He chuckled, the sound like a low hum as it vibrated through the room. My mind went back to earlier when he had his face buried between my legs