All Chapters of The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Oh. Oh, there was more life in his eyes now, but it only made his gaze hot, burning, because that life in his eyes was rage. Rage, burning bright and hot. Did he hate being called my husband that much? Did it repulse him to that extent? You would think seeing that look in his eyes would make me back down, dial down a tune or two, but Belladonna wouldn't do something so boring. Kade Varkas was a challenge, a ticking bomb that could go off without warning. It seems we both have something in common. “You will be my husband soon,” I said, slipping my feet back into my shoe without taking my eyes off him. “So why don't we get used to it?” He said nothing, just stared back at me, but his anger slowly melted away until his face was back to being a blank slate, and his eyes once again soulless. That wasn't fun. “You’re right,” he said, rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension there. “We’re going to be stuck together soon.”

I suggested that he thought of another woman as I touched him, right? It was I who said it. So tell me, why on God’s green earth do I feel like shit? Perhaps it hurts my womanly pride that I couldn't get him hard, but he gets hard from the thought of another woman. I hated her already. Was she going to be my competition? “Is that what you’re doing?” I asked. “Thinking of her? That’s what got you so hard?” “Isn't that what you suggested, Belladonna?” he shot back, his voice strained.I squeezed his dick and he moaned. I went weak in the knees, and I no longer cared if he was thinking about another woman. Why did he have to be so sexy? Even his moans were sexy. Oh! And he called me Belladonna with that strained voice that was begging for pleasure. Why should I care about some other woman when it was my touch that was making him like that? I massaged his dick from his pants and he gave me another sweet reaction—he shu

BELLADONNA “I assume you and your husband got to know each other well?” Papa asked when we were in the car after the Varkas had seen us off. “Yes, Papa. I got to know how he tasted and the sexy as sin sounds he makes when he’s cumming. Oh! And he’s the caring kind that takes care of his woman after. Isn't that lovely, Papa?” But what kind of daughter will I be if that were my answer? So instead, what I answered was, “Yes, Papa. It was a pleasure to get to know him.” Papa smiled, and my chest clenched in response. He held my hand in his, interlocking our fingers. I rested my head on his shoulder, inhaling deeply, smiling softly. It was just the two of us in this car. Madea wasn't so thrilled when he told her he was going to ride back to the hotel with me, and the look on her face was damn satisfying. “So? What do you think of him?” What did I think of him? I

BELLAI stood before the mirror, staring, and the mirror stared back at me. It was the day of the wedding—yay me—but joy was the last thing I felt. The week had rushed by before I could even draw a breath. Usually, I would be thrilled, but ever seen that day at the cafe, I've been anything but. He hasn't called me since then. I haven't even seen his shadow. “He’s going to make this difficult,” I muttered. “Who?” Gianna asked, holding my veil. “My husband–to–be.” I turned away from the mirror, facing her. “What do you think of him?”She shrugged. “I don't know. I can't figure him out.”“You’ve met your match then.” A knock came at the door, and it opened. Papa walked in slowly, a small smile on his face. “La mia bambina,” he whispered, his arms wide open. I stepped in, burying my face in his neck and he wrapped his arms around me, patting my hair. “I'm sorry it has to be this way. I wish my on

BELLAI had contemplated calling him, or at least sending a text, but I always chickened out anytime I felt like I might get ignored. And why the fuck does it feel like I did something wrong when I clearly didn't? It wasn't my fault that his father didn't disclose the full content of the contract to him, so what was this stupid urge to apologize? Anytime I remembered the look he had on his face that day, that urge returned. There was anger there that day, but there had been pain too. The pain was evident when he spoke to his brother about giving up everything he had here. The pain was even sharper when he said, “Who would I be in Italy?” That was like a punch in my gut. If it were up to me I would have suggested we just stay here in the States like a normal husband and wife would, but that would mean all my heritages would be gone. The reason he was going to live in Italy was because of what I stand to gain. Honestly, he wasn't r