บททั้งหมดของ Maid To The Three Mafia Kings: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

She smoothed her hair, still feeling shaky, and took his hand. Her legs were weak, but she followed him, heart racing from what had just happened. He moved, weaving them through the club until they reached a quiet hallway. He pushed open a door to a single bathroom and pulled her inside, locking it behind them.“Remove that dress and lean against the sink,” he ordered.Millie’s breath hitched as he reached for the hem of her dress and tugged it over her head, leaving her completely exposed. The cool air kissed her skin, making her shiver.“Spread your legs for me.”She did as he said, leaning back against the sink, her thighs parting slightly. Evan’s gaze raked over her—her flushed face, the swell of her breasts, the soft curve of her stomach—before settling between her legs.“I can’t believe I tried to hold back,” he muttered, stepping in close. His hands found her, one cupping her breast, the other gripping her hip as he pulled her flush against him. His mouth trailed down her neck,

Clara curled tighter in the backseat, sobs shaking her shoulders. She pressed her hands over her ears, but the noise wouldn’t stop—gunfire, screeching tires, the sickening thud of bullets hitting metal. The car reeked of burnt powder and sweat, sharp and suffocating. Her whole body trembled, her mind racing.She’d never faced anything like this. It wasn’t some bad dream she could shake off. This was real, happening now, and there was nowhere to run.Carlton’s hands tightened on the wheel, his knuckles pale as he fought to keep control. Headlights from oncoming traffic flashed in bursts—cars and a lone van speeding past. He jerked the wheel left, then right, dodging them as they loomed close. Bullets pinged off the car’s frame, and he zigzagged across the road, tires humming against the pavement.“Hold on!” he barked, swerving hard around a truck. The car tilted, missing the trailer by inches. Tires screeched, struggling for traction as the whole frame shuddered.Aidan braced himself a

Millie giggled softly, but it turned into a breathy moan when he rocked his hips up to meet her movements.It was impossible to ignore how hard he was. Millie could feel every inch of him pressing against her soaked center. As much as she wanted to strip them both bare, she wanted to try this—to push him over the edge without even taking their clothes off. And judging by the way his hands gripped her hips, Evan wanted it just as much.His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer, pressing her fully against him. The pressure, the heat—it was almost too much. She could feel him twitch against her with every roll of her hips, and it sent a thrill through her.“Come for me,” she purred, her lips brushing against his ear.His breath hitched, his grip turning bruising. “It’s all I want to do, Millie.”The hunger in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. Encouraged, she moved faster, her mouth trailing from his lips to his neck—sucking, biting, licking every inch of exposed skin she co

Millie stepped out of the bathroom in just her underwear. She paused when she saw Evan already awake in bed. His messy hair and the sheet resting low on his waist made her pulse jump.“Morning, Millie Berry.” He stretched.She smiled, watching his muscles shift. “Morning.”“Hungry?” he asked.“A little. You?”Evan reached for his pants draped over a chair and pulled out his phone. “We’ve got time.”“Okay… you want to eat first?”His eyes slid over her, lingering. Then a slow smile tugged at his lips. “Yeah, I want to eat.”Her breath caught. She wasn’t sure if he meant food, but the heat in his eyes made her stomach flip.“Pretty sure we’re not talking about the same thing,” she said.His smile faded. “Take those off for me.” He nodded at her underwear.Her pulse jumped, and she slid her panties down, letting them fall around her feet. Her breath hitched—Evan was already pushing down his briefs, his erection hard and ready.“Come here.”Millie’s stomach fluttered as he guided her onto

Ethan pulled up to his father’s mansion late in the afternoon. The place loomed large—stone walls, iron gates, and armed men posted at every corner. Their rifles caught the fading sunlight as they nodded him through. He parked the car, gravel crunching under the tires, and stepped out, brushing dust off his jacket.The air felt heavy, like it always did here.Inside, Don Hugo sat in his office behind a wide oak desk, a glass of whiskey in hand. The room smelled of leather and smoke. Ethan didn’t sit. He stood, arms crossed, and got straight to it.“We need to talk about Aidan,” Ethan said.“Where is he? I thought I told you to bring his ass back,” Don Hugo replied casually.Ethan shook his head lightly. “I’ve been thinking that…you can’t keep pushing him to marry Marrione. It’s a bad idea, and you know it. Forcing him into that will just pile up more problems.”Don Hugo leaned back in his chair, swirling the whiskey. “He’s my son. He does what I say. That marriage ties us to her famil