Semua Bab The Mafia's Tycoon Sex Doll: Bab 1 - Bab 10

FleurI entered the building, walked up the five flights of stairs because the elevator had been busted since I moved in, and then got my key in the lock. The door opened, and I entered my small apartment, the one-bedroom flat with a kitchen that also served as a laundry room. I flicked on the light switch and then gave a small jump at the sight of the man sitting in the armchair like a goddamn gargoyle. “Jesus…” I gave my keys a squeeze before I tossed them on the table and set my purse down. “I told you to stop doing that.”He continued to sit there with his elbows on his knees, his shoulders broad in his jacket, his eyes down on his fingers as he gripped his phone. It took him a moment to lift his chin and look at me, his hazelnut eyes full of self-loathing. “If you don’t want me here, then pick up your fucking phone.”“I don’t have to do anything, Adrien.” It was nearly two in the morning, but the City of Lights still had people on every corner, riding their bikes to the opposite

He continued to stare at me, his eyes narrowing in interest. “I could ask what prompted you to run, but I think I already know the answer.” He shook the glass and took another drink. “Men say women are complicated, but they aren’t. Just text back, and don’t stick your dick in other people. Pretty straightforward.”I abandoned my cleanup at the bar because I’d become engrossed in this deep conversation with a stranger, feeling a connection to someone I didn’t know. “Are you in a relationship?”“No.” He looked at me head on, having so much confidence it was nearly toxic. “I don’t text back, and I like to stick my dick in a lot of places.” He drank from his glass without breaking the connection with our eyes.I felt no disappointment because that was exactly what I’d expected from him. If he was trying to pick me up, he wasn’t doing it in a sleazy way. He was brutally honest, that if we left the bar together, I wouldn’t hear from him again. He would probably be gone before I woke up in t

He gave a slight shake of his head. “There are more than cops and bandits. The food web is a lot bigger than most people realize.”“And where do you fit in this food web?”He took another puff of his cigar. The waitress came out and brought our drinks before she returned to the warmth inside the restaurant. He glanced out at the darkness and the sycamore trees that lined the sidewalk before he looked at me again. “At the top.”I didn’t consider my husband to be a criminal because he didn’t kill people, but he made his money in less than notable ways. He and his guys stole famous pieces of art and replaced them with fakes because they sold the originals on the black market for a pretty penny. There were men out there with real van Goghs, da Vincis, and Michelangelos in their bathrooms—while the museums had counterfeits. Now I suspected Bastien was on a whole different—and dangerous—level. “The less I know, the better.”“Smart girl.” He released the smoke from his mouth and let it float

“Beg.” His fingers fisted my hair, and he pinned me in place, his eyes turning sharp and hard, his dick still pounding into me, his balls hitting the bottom of my ass.I widened my legs farther and gripped his ass, tugging him into me. “Please…” I didn’t know myself. I was on fire, lost in the spontaneity and the ferocious lust that burned between us, letting this man fuck me exactly how he wanted…and I didn’t even know his last name.“Fuck.” He moaned under his breath then pounded into me hard, giving me all of his dick over and over, making me wince from the size but ignoring the signs of pain on my face. “Here it comes.” He moved his lips to my ear, and his pumps slowed as his breaths turned erratic. He gave his final pumps and filled me, came inside me like I was more than a one-night stand.I’d never done anything so irresponsible in my life, but I wanted him to the exclusion of everything else. I couldn’t explain it, but I wanted all of him, every piece of him, inside me. When I

“You won’t even try⁠—”“Because I don’t trust you. And no amount of marriage counseling is going to fix that. I’m always going to wonder if there were others. I’m always going to wonder if I’ve become that dumbass woman who actually believes her husband is a good man when he’s lying to her face. I don’t want to be a fool, Adrien.”“I think you’re a bigger fool for throwing this away⁠—”“You’re the one who threw this away. I won’t let you turn this on me.”He stared at me for a long time, anger and frustration burning in his gaze. “What I said still stands. Try with me—or there will be no divorce.”“Whoa…” I shook my head. “If you wanted me this bad, then why did you fuck someone else? Where was this fight then? Where was this obsession? Is this actually about love or propriety? Or is it about wanting what you can’t have? Is it because you’re a child who can’t stand it when you don’t get your way?”The defeat was in his gaze, the frustration that had nowhere to go but deeper inside. “I