Semua Bab THE DON'S CAPTIVE MISTRESS : Bab 131 - Bab 140

HAZELI am completely and utterly fucked.That's for sure.My stomach is tightening and I can feel an orgasm building dangerously fast. It feels like a devastating tsunami is forming that will surely kill me. The bed begins to squeak violently from how hard he’s fucking me. It feels like it’s going to break down at any second now, but I can’t bring myself to care. It's his bed afterall.... Why should I?Just as I reach that peak, he pulls completely out. I whimper, the sudden emptiness almost painful. “Why are you such an asshole.....?" I cry out.He steps back, a smirk on his face. My knees wobble, my balance screwed from the sharp pleasure pulsating between my thighs.“Get on your hands and knees,” he commands.I don’t argue, mainly because the loss of the orgasm is painful and I really..... Really, want to come. Angry tears line the edges of my eyelids, but I bite back my snarky comment. He'll only make me suffer for it.I pull myself up and get on my hands and knees as he instr

HAZELSince I already had breakfast, I had no reason to go downstairs, so I decided to stay in my room.Amanda comes to take the utensils. Thank God. The last thing I wanted was to share eye contact with Angela again after our awkward exchange this morning.“Hi,” she says brightly. “How are you this morning?”For a second, I convince myself that she doesn’t know what happened. After all, she doesn’t really stay here all the time. She usually has her brother drive her back home, so maybe she wasn’t here yesterday. Maybe she doesn’t know what happened.“How are you this morning?” she repeats as she walks toward the utensils, and I think she can seethat I’m not as bright as I usually am whenever I see her.“It’s fine,” I say, in that shrugging way that says I’m not really here… that I don’t really care.“Why are you looking so down?” she asks. “Is it because of what happened between you and the Don last night?”Shit. There goes the wishful thinking that she doesn’t know.“You know about

HAZELAxel doesn’t look at me as he walks inside, which irritates me more than I care to admit. He walks toward the head of the table and removes his jacket with precision. And then he kicks his seat back slightly as he settles in.Remo and Luca take the same positions they took the last time they were here for dinner, talking quietly between themselves, though I don’t miss the way Remo winks at me or the way Luca stares murder at me. The tattooed guy who never talks sits in his position next to me, although he puts some distance between his chair and mine, his arms folded, eyes scanning the room as if neither I nor anyone else here actually exists.I turn back toward Axel and smile, this time I find him looking at me. Not in my eyes. Not at my face either.He’s staring at my dress. His gaze drags slowly up from my shoes to my legs, deliberately assessing, lingering long enough to make heat crawl across my skin before travelling all the way up and finally settling into my eyes. The c

HAZELThe garden suddenly feels smaller. The air is thinner.I shake my head.“I didn’t ask for that,” I whisper. " I didn't.... I....."“No,” Luca agrees. “You sure didn’t.”"I.... I am so sorry, I didn't know. I..... I had nothing to do with it."His gaze sharpens, dark and venomous.“But I still paid for it.”He steps closer again, and this time I don’t even realise I’m retreating until my back brushes against the cold wood post of the gazebo.“And here's the thing...... I don’t like debts, Hazel.”I shake my head mumbling "No, no, no...." Pressing myself back on the gazebo post.Luca is smiling now. Not wide. Not openly. Just that thin, cruel curl of his mouth that says he is enjoying every second of this.“I didn’t do....that,” I whisper, my voice coming out hoarse and smaller than I want it to be. "I am not responsible for what happened to you.... I didn't do anything to you."Luca tilts his head, studying me like I’m something pinned under glass.“No,” he agrees slowly. “You d

HAZELShould I call the guards?Should I run straight to Axel?“Enough!”The single word slices through the night like a blade, and both men freeze instantly.Even I stop breathing for a second. I don’t recognise the voice. I don’t know who it belongs to. But it carries enough force… enough authority… to make them stop mid-fight.Heavy breaths fill the air. The men slowly release their hold, still glaring and vibrating with rage. And then I see him,The tattooed man.The one I’ve never heard speak before.He steps forward, grabbing Remo by the shoulder and hauling him away from Luca with effortless strength. Up close, his presence feels heavy, hard, immovable. I’ve never heard him talk before. His voice sounds hoarse, dark, powerful, like it’s unused, as if words are not something he spends easily.Both men are now standing, staring daggers at each other while the tattooed man looks between them with clear irritation. There’s something in his posture that says this is a waste of his p