All Chapters of Contract Marriage to the Cold Hearted Mafia Boss : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Edoardo has been traveling for three days—three days in which I have been able to sleep without his presence, although not in peace. I will never be able to be at peace as long as he knows that at any time he can get into bed and take me."As far as I've heard, yes."That answer ends up deflating me. Whenever he spends days away, he arrives like a caged beast straight to sodomize me. At least this time, he won't be able to do it because of my menstruation."I'm leaving now; Greta must be about to wake up." I roll my eyes as soon as she names her. "You should make peace. You are the same age; you could get along.""I haven't done anything to her, Domenica. She's the one who hates me, as if I had killed her mother to take her place. You well know that it's not like that; I hate being here.""Greta has a lot of problems, Bianca. She hasn't had it easy either.""I assure you that it's not as difficult as me having to put up with the pervert they have for a father," I hiss with disdain, an

She twists, caught between pain and intense pleasure, while I squeeze her breasts carelessly and nibble on her nipples. She goes wild on my lap. I don't even know where she put the drugs because her hands are now desperate to rip open the buttons of my shirt."Fuck, I needed this!" she confesses, leaning toward my neck to lick her way up it.But when she tries to cling to me like a tick, I pull her hair back so she has to look at me, and I warn her:"No marks. You already know the rules."She nods with a mischievous smile, but I know she will be obedient. She always is, even though she likes to provoke me. She returns to my neck, and I relax, letting her do it. Maybe she's right, and this is exactly what I need to relax and forget.Her lips travel down my bare chest and abdomen. She licks everything in her path, moving down until she is on her knees between my legs. I open my pants, and within seconds, I feel the softness of her hand strokes, pleasuring me."I've always liked your coc

I do not go unnoticed by the sweeping gaze he gives my body, sheathed in a black dress with rhinestones. It fits tightly to the middle of my thigh, where the skirt expands, falling like a waterfall to the floor. I am grateful that Edoardo no longer supervises me so much, which allowed me to choose a dress with a high neck that doesn't expose my breasts like a pole dancer's outfit—although it has a small, teardrop-shaped opening that shows a little skin, just the valley between them. Perhaps it is the most striking part, and his eyes tell me so.The deep look he is giving me is nothing like that of our first night, which was much sweeter and more innocent. However, it doesn't carry that tone of perverted malice with which men usually look at me. He does it differently, like someone looking at a piece of art that fascinates him.My eyes are not the most innocent either, because I also stop to admire those broad shoulders and the perfection with which he wears his black tuxedo. The open

My whole body trembles as we walk toward the room. Edoardo’s fingers sink deep into my arm—a clear, painful warning of what is about to happen.I shouldn't have stayed. I shouldn't have talked to him. But I couldn't help it, just like I couldn't help it on my wedding day. There is something in Fabrizio that calls to me, a strange magnetism that attracts me like a bee to honey.Edoardo shoves open the door and throws me inside, making me stumble, before slamming it shut so hard the frame shakes."What the fuck were you doing alone with that man?" he roars, enraged."I already told you that I wasn't with him, it was just a coincidence," I answer, trying desperately to stay calm."You know that you are strictly forbidden from approaching any man, much less when you are alone! Where the fuck were your bodyguards?!""I don't know... at the party, I guess. I swear nothing happened, Edoardo. We didn't even talk."Forcing my tone to soften, I approach him slowly, pretending—as always, pretend

Coming to these events was getting harder and heavier for me. I couldn't stand their boss or any of their leaders; they were a pack of perverted bastards like Franco and most of our former predecessors. If it weren't for the fact that I fully understood we needed to keep them under control to maintain our power, I would have begged Antonio never to send me into this snake nest again.In theory, this assignment should have belonged to Enzo. After all, he was the one who married the crown princess of this kingdom. But I also understood he was buried in work, manufacturing weapons for the Arabs—a massive deal where we couldn't afford to fail, especially since we were stealing the business right out from under the Bratva's nose.Anyway, as usual, Fabrizio has to understand everyone else's problems. It would be nice if, just for once, someone understood mine.I cut off my string of mental complaints as I stepped into D'Angelo's house—the oldest pervert in this whole mess. Today's celebrat