All Chapters of Taming The Máfia Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

I was eager to come face-to-face with Mancini and watch him fall, but I wasn't the only one there—the Russians were thirsty for the worm's downfall. Everyone seemed to have something against him."When is that bastard going to arrive?" Vladimir questioned, approaching me."He should have been here at least ten minutes ago. Something's wrong."Mancini wasn't one for delays, which confirmed he was up to something."I hope that even if he doesn't show up here, our deal still stands," he said in a suggestive tone, and I turned my head toward him.Vladimir and I were the same height, and even though he was a few years younger than me, he didn't look it—his short hair and perpetually stern expression made him seem even older. His green eyes were cold, showing no joy or anger; it had been that way since we met."I'm not a man who breaks his word. You held up your end—you're here by my side, and I'll hold up mine. Our families will be united through marriage."He gave a slight nod with his he

"I want you—I want you to fuck me," I murmured almost breathlessly, but to my surprise, he pulled away, getting up from the bed. "Where are you going?""Don't move. Stay right there, holding that pocket knife tight in your pussy." His words made me even more aroused, but I did exactly as he said, not moving while he crossed the room to grab a jar of honey. "I need to cover every inch of your body with this now.""I thought you were eager to ease your pain," I teased as I watched him dip three fingers into the jar."You will, she-devil. I intend to fuck you tonight until you can't feel your legs!" I swallowed hard, many erotic images flashing through my mind at that instant.He pulled his fingers out and smeared my clit, trailing up my groin and belly until he stopped at the height of my breasts. Giving me one last look, he latched onto the throbbing little point between my legs, making it impossible to stay still.His tongue seemed to be everywhere, and as I moved my hips, I felt the

I couldn't believe my mother still held those thoughts about Mancini. He was dead, and she was finally free from his cursed clutches—how could she be thinking of avenging him or keeping my siblings away when Marco and I were all they had left?"You're not going to let her take us, are you, Angela?" Alessia's frightened voice pulled me from my thoughts."No, of course not! I went to that house so you could live with me," I hugged her, looking at Marco over her head.I hadn't said anything about this to him, but I also hadn't stopped to think if he'd be averse to having my siblings around. He might want to see them gone along with my mother, and if that was his thinking, I wouldn't know what to do—not after everything. Leaving him would hurt too much, and leaving my siblings to their fate was out of the question."As your sister said, no one's leaving this house unless they want to. As long as they're here, they'll be part of the Camorra—we're family."I smiled in relief, staring at him