All Chapters of Entangled With The Merciless Mafia Don : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

DAVONSamantha pulls me closer until I’m on top of her, our lips meeting in a slow, hungry kiss. Her soft breaths warm my skin, each whisper deepening the fire growing between us. I guide her upward gently, drawing her into a seated position against me. Then I move behind her, her back pressed to my chest, the warmth of her body blending with mine. My hands roam over her, exploring every curve with quiet reverence, while my lips brush the side of her neck. She gasps softly, and the sound sends a shiver through me.I sweep her hair aside and let my lips trail down the smooth line of her neck, leaving a trail of faint kisses. I’ve touched her before in moments of wild passion, when need burned hotter than thought. But tonight, I want something more. Something deeper. Something that feels like belonging.Her hand finds mine, her fingers slipping through my hair, and the soft tug sparks a low laugh in my throat. I press closer, feeling her body mold to mine, every heartbeat shared. The ac

SAMANTHAThe phone sits in my lap, its black screen reflecting nothing but the dim light of the room.It feels heavier than it should, like it’s carrying all my thoughts with it.I grip it tighter, as if holding on could stop my mind from running wild.It doesn’t.I told Davon about the call.I thought he’d explode with anger — maybe even lash out at me.But he didn’t.Instead, he looked at me with that same fierce protectiveness that both scares and moves me.Was it love?I want to call it that — the way he held me so tightly, the way his jaw tightened, the fire in his eyes that said he’d burn the world to protect what’s his.But in this world, nothing is simple.Love can be just another weapon, and I don’t know which side I’m on anymore.Davon is always watching.Always planning.Probably already ten steps ahead of everyone else — even me.If whoever called thought they could use me to get to him, they clearly had no idea who they were dealing with.But then again… do I?I pull my k

SAMANTHA We stop beneath a trellis covered in wisteria, its purple flowers hanging in soft clusters that sway gently in the breeze. The air smells sweet, but I can’t feel calm. My chest is tight, my mind full of noise. The beauty around me feels wrong—too peaceful for the storm inside me.I glance back toward the estate. The stone walls look distant and cold in the afternoon light. No one followed us, at least I hope not. Every step out here felt like a risk.Sofia turns to face me, her eyes bright with a practiced smile. “It’s beautiful here,” she says lightly. “Like a palace.”If I didn’t know her so well, I’d almost believe she meant it. But I can’t pretend. I cross my arms, feeling the unease crawling up my spine.“Do you really think that?” I ask quietly.Her smile slips. Concern flickers across her face. “Samantha…”“Sofia,” I interrupt, my voice sharper than I meant. I take a breath and lower it again. “If things ever go wrong—if everything falls apart—I need your help to esca

DAVON By the time I climb the stairs, the whole estate is wrapped in silence. The guards have taken their night posts, their voices fading into quiet murmurs at the gates. The long corridors stretch before me, empty and still. For the first time all day, no one is demanding an answer, no one is watching.The air feels heavy with the memory of what happened — the betrayal, the blood, the chaos that refuses to leave my thoughts. My hand brushes against the wooden doorframe as I step into the bedroom, expecting darkness, expecting peace.But the soft silver light of the moon spills through the open window, and I stop dead in my tracks.Samantha is standing there by the window, framed by the thin curtains that sway gently in the night breeze. The light catches her hair, turning it into strands of gold and fire. The way she stands — still, quiet, and waiting — steals the air from my lungs.For a long moment, I can’t move. The anger that’s been burning in me all evening fades away, replace

SAMANTHAThe silk ties rest around my wrists, holding them firmly above my head. The fabric feels smooth and cool against my skin, but the warmth coming from his body overshadows everything. My chest rises and falls with shallow breaths as I look up at him. The way he watches me makes it hard to breathe. His eyes are dark, steady, and filled with something that makes my heart race.Davon hovers above me, his lips curved into a faint, knowing smile that sends a chill through my body. His fingers move slowly down my arms, brushing over my shoulders before sliding lower. When his hands graze my breasts, a soft sound escapes me. Every touch feels like fire against my skin. I arch closer, but he keeps the same slow rhythm, teasing me with each light touch.“You are so beautiful like this,” he says quietly, his deep voice vibrating through me. His eyes don’t leave mine. The way he looks at me makes me feel seen, owned, and completely exposed. My lips part as he continues, his hands explorin