All Chapters of The Mafia's Tycoon Sex Doll: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“I don’t watch the news because I don’t give a shit about anything outside my world. I keep tabs on my wife and children, and the rest can burn for all I care.” His hostile eyes stared me down like bullets from a gun. “You wasted your time coming here.”“You operated the most expansive trafficking scheme in Paris fifteen years ago.”“Yes—fifteen years ago. And if the Butcher thinks he’s gonna carve my flesh off the bone, I’d like to see him try.” His hostility burned even hotter, like he’d jump across the table and strangle me right there on the couch.“Statute of limitations,” I said. “You’re pardoned.”He still looked pissed off as hell. “I have nothing to offer you, Bastien.”“You must know someone I can ask.”“Fifteen years is a long time. Most of the people I knew are probably dead. Bartholomew from the Chasseurs settled down and moved to Tuscany. I don’t know where Benton and Bleu ended up. Some LSD freaks took over the camp a decade ago, but I think they’re all dead now.”I nod

I came up behind her and removed the heavy coat from her body, tossing it over the back of a chair before I pulled her against me, one arm locking in front of her shoulders while the other slipped underneath her shirt and rose up to her chest. I slipped my fingers under her bra, and I took one of her plump tits in my grasp. I squeezed it harder, felt her chest rise with the deep breath she took. I gripped the other one as I locked her against me, listening to her breathe and feeling her lean into me, her breaths starting off quiet before they rose in intensity.My hand left north and headed south, traveling over her flat stomach, her pierced belly button, and inside the front of her jeans. I slipped my fingers under the soft fabric of her panties, felt the smooth skin over her pelvic bone, and I felt her inhale a sharp breath just because I touched her most erogenous spot.I glided my fingers over it before I pressed into it hard, making her repeat the breath and the gasp. She grabbed

When I woke up a second time, she was still there.Good.I tapped the screen of my phone on the nightstand to see the time. It was twelve-thirty. I looked at her, seeing her dead asleep with the sheets to her shoulder, the white pillows covered in marks from her makeup, her hair a mess from the way I’d used the strands like reins to a horse.I texted Gerard, my head of staff. Prepare breakfast for two on the balcony.His response was immediate. Of course, sir.I set the phone on the nightstand then moved to the double doors that sectioned off the bedroom from the rest of my chambers. I closed them, so when Gerard delivered breakfast, he wouldn’t be able to see the two of us in bed.She didn’t stir.I left the bed, put on my sweatpants, tossed a shirt on the bed for her to wear when she woke up, and stepped into the other room where my laptop was on the desk in the sitting room. I opened it and did some work, checked some emails.Thirty minutes later, Gerard let himself inside, and wit

Days passed, and the numbness in my veins continued to spread. Rejecting Adrien over and over had taken its toll. Even though I’d moved out because of his treason, I had been in shock for weeks. I’d sat by the window and cried my heart out. Sometimes I’d wondered if Cecilia was lying because she had an ulterior motive, but Adrien confirmed his infidelity, so it was true. The last person I’d expected to hurt me had hurt me the most.And then I moved into the next stage of grief—anger.It was easier to be angry than to actually feel the sting of his deceit. It was easier to hate him than to think about how good it felt for him to fuck her and think he got away with it. It was easier to be angry than to accept that my marriage had only lasted three years before it went to shit. It was easier to be pissed as hell than to admit that I really loved him…and that was why it hurt so much.I was on the couch watching the rain hit the windows when my phone vibrated with a text. Adrien hadn’t con

I kept the cigar in the corner of my mouth. “I really don’t know—and I really don’t care.”“Doesn’t apply to us, now does it?”“No.” I rested the cigar between my fingertips and took a drink.“Is there a problem, Bastien?” Luca asked, tapping his fingers against the cigar to make the ash fall into the tray. “You seem pissed off.”“I’m always pissed off.”“More than usual, then.”I hadn’t spoken to Fleur since I’d left her apartment. Wasn’t sure what she’d decided, if she wanted to give her marriage another try…or continue to fuck around with me. I did my best to stay out of it and be objective, but it was hard to keep my mouth shut. “I’m sleeping with this woman, but she’s married.”Luca was about to take another drag of his cigar, but my words made him forget about it. “That was not what I expected you to say.” He sat up and put out the cigar in the communal ashtray on the table. “What does it matter if she’s married?”“Because she might take him back.”“So, they aren’t married?”“Se