บททั้งหมดของ Maid To The Three Mafia Kings: บทที่ 261 - บทที่ 270

When Evan leaned in for another kiss, he wasn’t one to stay passive this time. His tongue pushed back against hers, moving with a steady rhythm that made the kiss more intense, his lips pressing harder as he took control. One of his hands moved up to cup the back of her neck, his thumb brushing the skin just below her ear, making her shiver as he pulled her closer, their chests pressed together, their breaths mixing in short, uneven bursts.The kiss lived up to his dare, leaving Millie dizzy, her senses narrowed to the feel of his lips, the warmth of his hands, and the quiet sounds of their breathing.Evan eased back. “Okay, but seriously, what recording?”Millie’s laughter filled the night air. “Let’s just say you owe Rose big time,” she teased, her eyes meeting his.Evan chuckled softly, his hands resting lightly on her waist, fingers brushing the fabric of her dress. “We both do,” he murmured.Then he leaned in, his lips brushing hers—soft, tentative, yet warm with promise. The kis

Gretchen’s face crumpled, her eyes glistening as if tears were fighting to escape. She turned back to the soup, stirring it with forced focus.“Clint and his son left when I was in the hospital,” she said. “I lost the twins, and when I got home, Clint and his boy were gone. Back to his wife, I guess.”Millie’s breath hitched, a wave of guilt crashing over her. Her mother had suffered a miscarriage alone, and she hadn’t been there. “Mom, I’m so sorry.”She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Gretchen, who stiffened at first, then reluctantly hugged her back, her embrace hesitant.Gretchen pulled back, wiping her eyes quickly, and Millie asked, her voice softer, “Who's Richard?”Gretchen’s lips curved into a small, almost defiant smile, her composure returning. “Richard worked at the center. After the miscarriage, I spiraled. Ended up there for a while. He was one of the staff and helped me through it.”Millie’s eyebrows rose. “He’s 26.”Gretchen laughed, a surprising lightness in

Clara leaned in. “He met her last year while traveling in Sydney,” she said. “Some artist, I think.”Millie’s eyes lit up, connecting the dots. “Oh, so that’s why…” she said, her voice trailing off with a knowing grin.“Yep,” Clara said, chuckling. “He says they’re still getting to know each other. Nothing serious, but you know Aidan. Though, if you ask me, he’s changed a lot over the years.”Millie looked at Clara, pride swelling in her chest. “You were really the friend he never thought he needed, you know.”Clara rolled her eyes, a mock groan escaping her. “Oh, please. You’d agree he only stayed and became my friend because he felt too guilty about what happened.”They both laughed, the ease of their banter a testament to how far they had come. They could joke about the past now, the pain of those darker days softened by time and friendship.Millie’s gaze softened. “It doesn’t matter now,” she said. “You two are close. And don’t worry, as your best friend, I’m okay sharing you with

Evan held his thick cock deep inside her throbbing core, possessively scooping Millie into his arms and lifting her off the bed, keeping their connection unbroken. Her slick walls clenched around him as he carried her across the room, her legs wrapped tight around his waist, to a small wooden table in the corner."Shit." The cool surface bit into Millie's ass as he set her down. He leaned to the side, one hand steadying her hip, the other yanking open the middle drawer of a nearby cabinet with a sharp tug. Inside, a stash of sex toys gleamed—silicone, metal, and glass. His fingers snatched a purple clitoral sucker, and he held it up.“You know what to do, Millie. Spread it for me,” he growled, voice rough with dominance, eyes burning into hers.Panting, Millie leaned back against the mirror behind the table, her reflection a mess of flushed, sweat-slick skin and wild, tangled hair. Her fingers slid down, parting her swollen, leaking folds, exposing her throbbing clit. Evan positioned

The silence between Evan and Aidan was… loaded. Not angry, not cold—just weighted. This was the first time they’d faced each other in years, and it wasn’t just family tension hanging between them.It was Millie.Evan stuffed his hands in his pockets. “You’re really here,” he muttered. “Didn’t believe it till I saw you with my own eyes.”Aidan gave a loose shrug, his posture calm but guarded. “Been traveling a lot,” he said. “Here, there, Sydney. Keeps me busy.”“Jet lag suits you,” Evan said, dryly.The corner of Aidan’s mouth quirked up. “Better than emotional baggage.”A chuckle snuck out of Evan, almost surprised. He glanced down, then back up. “Thanks for coming, though. Took you long enough to show your face.”Aidan smirked faintly. “Thought five years was an appropriate buffer.”“You skipped our wedding.”“I know.”“Skipped Julian’s birth.”“I know.”“Skipped two baby showers.”“Alright,” Aidan said, raising a hand. “Message received.”Evan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.