บททั้งหมดของ Maid To The Three Mafia Kings: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

The steady hum of the jet engines filled the cabin, a constant background noise as Millie sat quietly, deep in thought. She shifted in her seat, glancing around. The space was sleek and elegant, the leather cool against her legs. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, trying to settle her nerves. Across from her, Ethan sat watching her, completely at ease, his posture relaxed and confident.Not long ago, her life had been simple. Predictable. Now everything felt like it was spinning out of control.How had it come to this—flying on a private jet, caught up in a situation that felt bigger than her? Was it Bert’s fault for pulling her and Clara into this job? Or had she gone too far by getting involved, by asking questions she shouldn’t have? Had she been reckless?“Try to relax,” Ethan said, breaking into her thoughts.She blinked and looked down at her hands, still twisting.“I almost didn’t recognize you without your uniform,” Ethan said, leaning back as he looked at her. “In jeans and a t-s

Ethan’s brow tightened, irritation flashing in his eyes. “I thought I already—”“No, Ethan,” she interrupted, her voice firm. “I know dangerous and important people who wouldn’t want to be seen at the ball are going to be there. I can cause a big problem for you. So, release Clara now, or I’ll ruin whatever you and your family are trying to pull off at the ball.”Ethan’s dark eyes narrowed as he listened, but there was a mocking smirk playing on his lips."An empty threat,” he scoffed.“No. Evan has shared a lot of valuable information about the Red Ball. I know you need this to work to make your father happy. So my non-cooperation will greatly affect the outcome you want,” she fired back, her heart racing even as she maintained her outward composure. She was playing a dangerous game, but there was no turning back now.Ethan’s jaw clenched, his smirk fading as the weight of her words began to sink in. “Do that, and you won’t be coming back with me.”Millie’s heart skipped a beat, but

As Aidan’s lips claimed hers with fiery intensity, she became aware of Evan’s mouth tracing a path down her thighs again. His fingers were gently tracing patterns on her hips, just above where her underwear began.Suddenly, she felt another hand take hold of hers and guide it to something hard. Opening her eyes, she realized that Ethan had also stripped down, and in her hand was his huge, hard cock.Evan’s mouth hovered over her lower body while Ethan motioned for her to stroke her length. And she did at a slow pace.“That’s right, my feisty, obedient girl,” Ethan gasped out.Millie broke away from Aidan’s kiss, and he moved his lips back onto her shoulders. Her gaze met Evan’s as his fingers slipped under the edge of her panties, sliding them off slowly while maintaining eye contact with her until they were completely off and tossed away. He gave one last smoldering look before parting her legs wide apart. His attention then shifted to the intimate part of her now laid bare.“My Mill

Millie’s mind raced with thoughts as her body reacted to the overwhelming pleasure she was receiving, each sensation intensified by the sounds of the men around her. She could hear their heavy breathing, the erotic moans, and the way they moved together, creating an intoxicating rhythm. Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge of bliss, she sensed the first wave of orgasm wash over one of the Morettis. She noticed Ethan moved in on her with a forceful movement, his loud exclamations reverberating in her ears. He drove himself into her one final time, cursing loudly as he finally reached his own climax. Then she felt him withdraw, his warm cum trickling down her backside. The cursing continued.In the next moment, Aidan’s breath hitched, his body trembling with a final deep thrust before he let out a loud, guttural moan. His fingers dug into her hips, leaving deep red marks that would surely linger. He yanked her hard against him, arching his hips to meet hers, ensuring his cock

Ethan met Millie’s eyes for a moment, completely unfazed by her surprise.“Yes, Amelia. We’re back in Atlanta,” he said, his voice flat, almost casual—like he was commenting on the weather.She kept staring at him, trying to make sense of it. Her thoughts were racing. Why Atlanta? Why now? Was he taking her to see Clara? Was this the detour he’d mentioned earlier? And what did any of this have to do with his constant, strange insistence that he "owned" her?Before she could ask, Ethan spoke again.“I know you have questions. You’ll get answers. Just not yet.”His jaw tightened slightly, and he turned his face toward the window, like he needed to be somewhere else—anywhere but sitting next to her.Millie didn’t respond. She just watched him, quietly. His face was still, his features composed—but not in the way they usually were. There was a tension there, yes, but something more. The silence between them stretched, and in it, she noticed the way his mouth was set, the faint crease betw