All Chapters of Contract Marriage to the Cold Hearted Mafia Boss : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

EnzoThe kiss lingers, slow and torturous, because it's not enough for me. Her lips and tongue are not enough; I want more, much more of her. It's a desperate and unknown feeling, as if I need to fuse her skin with mine, alloy her bones with mine, sink into her veins and mix our blood. She makes me lose control, and I don't like losing control.I secure my hand on the nape of her neck and pull at her hairline to expose her neck. I kiss it, suck it, bite it, provoking a concert of moans that emanate from her sweet and obscene throat."What are you doing to me?" I question as I drag my fingers from the nape of her neck down the center of her back, ending at her hip. "How the hell do you manage to turn me on like this?" I thrust my pelvis so she feels my erection against her crotch.She gasps and writhes to rub against me. This is not simple desire. It's not just arousal. It's more, much more. I need her. I want her for me and only for me. I want to break her, crush her until she's dust,

EnzoI relax and drop my head forward while Arianna rubs my shoulders with the sponge. The warm water loosens my contracted muscles, and I think that for the first time in a long time, I actually feel calm. She finishes her work on my back, and I lean back against her chest with my eyes closed."You are too stressed; you need to relax," she comments while sliding her hands over my chest."The date for an important delivery is approaching, and we still have a lot of work ahead," I dare to be honest. "Everything has to go perfectly; the organization depends on it.""Everything is going to be fine. You don't have to worry.""You don't know that; everything could go very wrong."She kisses my temple and then lowers a bit to suck on my earlobe."Yes, I do know. You'll do well. You always do everything well. I trust you."Her declaration causes a slight shudder in me, but I try to ignore it."I think I should go, let you rest.""No, please." She moves quickly, spilling a little water out of

EnzoAntonio and Ilaria's house always feels like a warm summer day, even though autumn has already arrived. I suppose it's what they call the warmth of home (calor de hogar), something completely unfamiliar to me because, even though I loved Stella like no one else and our house was our nest, our sacred place, it never felt this way, and I don't know why."Uncle!" Luciano shouts, running toward me, and I lift him into my arms."Hello, champ," I greet, kissing his cheeks, tickling him, and he squirms in my arms, laughing wildly.His dad comes up behind him, and the stupid smile he's wearing makes me want to kick him. He's been like this for weeks."Can you wipe that idiotic smile off your face?" I snap."Hey, no bad words in front of my son! Unless you want Ilaria to kick your ass.""My mommy is going to kick your ass," Luciano repeats innocently while laughing.I cover his mouth and look around, checking that Ilaria isn't nearby and hasn't heard him."See what you do?" I reprimand An

Enzo"She is not an object, Antonio!" Ilaria exclaims while continuing to hug Ari. "How can you say she 'belongs' to him?""You know what I mean, Ilaria.""That means that if one day I want to divorce you, I won't be able to because I 'belong' to you," she says, ironizing the last words.I notice the terror in Antonio's eyes when he hears those words and how he swallows hard before answering:"Don't even joke about that, regina."Arianna wipes her tears and confronts him:"I know that for you, we are nothing." She looks at Antonio and then at me, and the disappointment I see in her eyes crushes me inside. "I know we are just pawns in your game, that we are only useful to you while our legs are open." Antonio slightly lowers his gaze with a hint of shame that I also feel. "I know my position, and Chiara knows it too. She understood it before me and accepted it with the greatest dignity she could; but she is giving up now, I know it, I feel it, and I'm terrified of losing the only perso

AriannaI woke with a terrible headache, feeling as if a herd of elephants had walked all over me. I looked to the other side of the bed and was no longer surprised to find it empty. I'd resigned myself to this abandonment. Even if I were truly dying, Enzo wouldn't spend a night with me, much less if there wasn't even sex involved.I placed a hand on my neck, and the skin felt hot to the touch. Shivers threatened to return, and I gathered the little strength I had left to get up and take the medicine the doctor left last night. Then I headed to the bathroom to take a shower before the fever rose.I didn't have much time since I had to go to the clinic for the tests the doctor indicated, and apparently, I'd have to ask Marco to take me because my exemplary husband had already left.I dressed as quickly as my weakness allowed, without putting much effort into getting ready, just wearing a loose tracksuit and sneakers. Today, I cared little about pretending to be the lady I really was no