Semua Bab The Mafia's Tycoon Sex Doll: Bab 31 - Bab 40

I finally got up and peed in his bathroom, and when I stepped back into the bedroom, I saw that the curtains were open because he’d joined me. His back was to me from where he stood by the window, wearing workout shorts and sneakers, his entire back ripped and flexed from his workout. He turned to look at me, stopping to give me a once-over because I was still naked.I stared at him just as hard because his skin was red and his muscles were plump, probably from lifting trucks and buildings. He had a shake in his hand, probably a recovery drink full of a shit-ton of protein. “Morning.”“Morning.” He took another drink before he capped it and set it on the dresser. He walked over to me and bent his neck down to kiss me as he squeezed my lower back. “Breakfast will be here in a couple minutes. I’m gonna shower.”“Breakfast?”“Yeah. Hungry?”“I mean…I’m always hungry for pancakes.”He smirked before he walked into the bathroom. He showered, and I fixed myself up, washing away the smeared

“Not nearly as hard as hearing it, I can tell you that much.”“I give you my word it won’t happen again.”“Your word doesn’t mean shit, Adrien. You promised to be faithful to me for the rest of our lives, and you shit all over that.” Blue eyes popped into my mind, as they often did. A sexy stranger who occupied my nights and chased away my loneliness. He said he was a man of his word, and maybe I was an idiot for believing another man, but I believed him.“I made a mistake⁠—”“Fuck up once, it’s a mistake. Fuck up twice, it’s a habit. Fuck up three times, and it’s your character. You’re a cheater, Adrien—that’s who you are. You’ll cheat on your next wife. And the next one…”He succumbed to the silence, his head bowed like a dog that had received a smack on the nose.“Cecilia saved me.” I felt so much gratitude for the woman who’d fucked my husband. Whatever her intentions were, to drive me out of the house so she could take my place, I didn’t really care. She’d told me the truth—and s

“I have no doubt he regrets it,” he said seriously. “And especially regrets getting caught.”I stirred my coffee because the cream had settled at the top. “He said he wanted to tell me the truth and, since he was honest with me when he didn’t need to be, asked if there was a chance we could⁠—”An uncontrollable laugh escaped his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest.My eyes shifted back and forth between his as I tried to understand what had just happened. “What?”His laughs subsided, and he shook his head. “Nothing.”“What am I missing here?”“Nothing,” he repeated.“Then you think my misery is funny?” I snapped.“Not at all.” He turned serious again. “I just think he’s full of shit.”I continued to look at him, and for the first time, I felt deceit from him. Like there was something I was missing, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It wasn’t a good feeling, and I didn’t want to feel that way again. “I don’t like this feeling.”“What feeling?”“Like I’m the butt of a joke.”Th

I gave her ass a hard spank when I was finished, making her grunt in pain. I pulled out and spanked her again, hitting her so hard she rolled onto her side and moaned. The handprint was visible on her cheek, so I leaned down and kissed it, kissed the red, welted skin, made the pain feel good.She softened at my kisses, turning her torso to watch me, her fingers moving into my short hair before she guided me toward her, bringing me over her so she could kiss me on the mouth. It was more than a quick kiss to start the day, but a long kiss with breath and tongue, like having my dick and my come wasn’t enough for her, like she still wanted more—like all of me still wasn’t enough.I separated her knees then moved between her thighs, my hand deep in her hair as I kissed her, her body covered in the t-shirt she’d stolen from one of my drawers. I tugged it up to expose her tits before I sunk inside her again, feeling her suck in a breath against my mouth when she felt me, like she didn’t just

“If you don’t, your family will find you here—a bullet through the head.”“You may take my life—but Godric will take my entire family. He’ll wipe out my bloodline. He’ll hunt down my brothers and sisters and their families…my cousins in Albania. He’ll execute my friends and their families and spit on them just for good measure. And only after that’s done…when I have nothing to live for…he’ll kill me.” He stared at the floor, at my bloody boots. “I can’t talk—and no one else will either.”The disappointment was like gasoline on my tongue, and the rage was a lit match. It was impossible to beat a man without ethics when I had to abide by my own. I chose to be the bigger man, but that made Godric the bigger opponent. There were lines I refused to cross, and Godric danced right over them. “As the first French Emperor of the Republic, I sentence you to death for violating Homines ex codice with the use of trafficked women as free and illegal labor.” I fired the gun, and he fell back, blood