All Chapters of Contract Marriage to the Cold Hearted Mafia Boss : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

BiancaEvery color of the rainbow rushes to my face, and though I try to decipher what that makes me feel, I can be certain it is not the same thing I feel when the others say it. Because he does it differently, his tone is different, his look is different, and it doesn't feel like an offense, but perhaps like a compliment.My hands drop to my sides, and he takes them to guide them to my breasts, making me cup my own breasts, and the sensation feels strange to me."Touch yourself, Bianca," he begs in murmurs that warm my blood, "touch yourself and realize how magnificent you are." He guides my thumbs to my nipples and makes me stroke them in small circles. "Discover yourself, *dolcezza*, explore yourself, become the absolute owner of your own body, of your pleasure."My brain is a chaos of confusing sensations and conflicting thoughts—a deadly mixture of bitter memories fighting to break through to the surface, but being overshadowed by Fabrizio’s whispers, by his sweet yet erotic wor

BiancaHe lowers his gaze, looking defeated because he knows I’m right, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.A relationship between us is absolutely forbidden, and even if it kills me inside, I’ll never put him in the terrible position of having to choose between his family and me.I turn around, causing some of the water to spill over the edge, and straddle his lap. I cradle his face between my hands and press a gentle kiss to his lips.“Let’s not think about that,” I plead, barely pulling away from his mouth. “At least not today. I don’t want to think. Not after what you’ve made me feel.”He cups the back of my neck and deepens the kiss. His skilled tongue entwines with mine, and I let myself get carried away, silencing the ghosts and drowning out the echoes of the past.His kisses turn into fire, and my blood turns to lava. He traces my jawline with kisses and little nips before making his way down my neck. I stretch it out, offering it to him like a gift.My skin breaks out in goo

BiancaI stretch in bed upon waking, feeling more relaxed than ever in my life and wearing a smile that hasn't faded, I think, even while I slept.Can you sleep naked with a man without anything happening?I used to think not, but the answer is yes. I spent the night with Fabrizio, both of us naked, holding each other, sharing the same air, and he didn't cross any lines. I curled up beside him, against his chest, we kissed until we were exhausted, but he didn't push past that boundary he knows I'm not ready for yet. That makes me adore him even more because, although we haven't consummated the act, I feel that the intimacy we've shared surpasses everything else.I look around, but the bedroom and the bed are empty. Before disappointment can torment me, however, I spot the red rose and the note on the pillow.I think the smile is going to split my face as I pick it up and bring it to my nose to inhale its scent. I look at the note, and my heart flutters with happiness when I read:*"If

BiancaFabrizio watches me closely, as if searching for doubt on my face, but I don't have any left. I am sure of what I feel, sure that I want him to be my first time—the one I chose—even if what we have is ephemeral, even if our hours are numbered."Are you sure?" he asks, his hands circling my waist."So sure. I know we don't have a tomorrow, but I don't want to waste today. I don't want to die without knowing what it feels like to truly surrender yourself, with all your heart. And I want it to be you. I want you to be branded onto my skin just as you already are on my soul.""I don't think I deserve you, Bianca, but it will be an honor if you let me make love to you—truly make love to you."He brings his hand to the back of my neck, caresses me, and pulls me toward his mouth to begin kissing me. A slow, sweet kiss, charged with desire but free of urgency; a kiss where he takes his time savoring me, discovering every nook and cranny of my mouth, setting every fiber of my body on fi

Bianca “Relax,” he urges, his lips still brushing against mine. “I’m not going to hurt you, but you need to relax.” I nod, and he slips his hand between our bodies, beginning to caress my clitoris. “I’ll go slowly. Just tell me if you want me to stop.” I feel that soft, slippery part of his body probing my entrance again, and I try to relax to let him in because I want him to. I want to feel him inside me. He gently pushes forward and begins to enter me. The tension in the ring of muscles stretching to accommodate him is painful, as though it might tear, but the moisture from both of us makes things easier. Little by little, he slides inside, stretching me, opening my walls, making his way into me. I'm not a virgin. I've done this countless times, so you could say I'm used to it. But Edoardo isn't nearly this well-endowed, and it takes me a little while to adjust. Nevertheless, every inch he moves forward feels more pleasurable than the last. The sensation is sublime, divine,