All Chapters of In Bed with the Mafia King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nothing could have prepared me for how that room looked.The scent of leather, amber, and sandalwood hit me first, probably because of what was in there.Light came from hidden strips along the ceiling and floors, which illuminated the room red. There were dark hardwood floors partially covered by thick Persian rugs.The first thing that caught my eye was the mirrors. One full wall consisted of floor-to-ceiling panels so polished I could see every rise and fall of my own breath. Other glossy black reflective panels broke up sections of the room, and then I noticed the most intriguing of them all.There was a mirror on the ceiling, suspended directly above the bed. It was probably because Nero wanted the woman in his bed to see everything he did to her—the pleasure and the pain he induced.There was a huge bed that could fit about five people in the middle of the room, and it had nothing but black silk sheets that illuminated due to the light.I saw the steel anchor points fixed into t

Was I immensely attracted to Nero? Yes. Was he attracted to me? Possibly. But did I see a world where the two of us would ever work out? No.Being sexually attracted to one another was one thing, and having chemistry was a separate issue. We didn’t have any between. It was nothing but pure attraction and lust, nothing more.Besides, I couldn’t forget I was trying to find answers regarding what happened to my parents. I wasn’t sure Nero would be of use to me. The best chance I had was to make him fall for me and move me into his house.Or his penthouse at the very least.If I relied on the chance that he would fall for me, all my plans were about to crumble. He had made it clear that he would never fall for me, and if I was waiting for anything sentimental from him, I'd better stop.The way he took care of me after punishing me with his belt was aftercare, nothing more. And he had made it clear he would never hold me as I fell asleep once again. He probably only did it because he felt

I wore a white dress, corseted in the middle, that reached my mid-thigh. I paired it with white stilettos and diamond jewelry all around. Since my dress was collared and didn’t have any buttons, I wore a diamond choker.There was a diamond Cartier watch on my wrist, and on my ears were diamond teardrop earrings. I loved fashion more than anything. There was a time I would be a model to follow in my mother’s footsteps.All that fell apart when she died. I suddenly didn’t care about being a model. Then other things took precedence, rather than a modelling career.I took out a small Chanel bag and put all my essentials. I was ready by 7. Not even seconds later, one of the maids, Mary, told me Nero was waiting for me outside.I rolled my eyes and went outside to meet the man who wouldn’t come inside to get me. He was leaning against his car, typing furiously on his phone.He was in an all-black suit, with the first few buttons of his shirt undone. I could see a tribal tattoo on the left s

Nero was watching me. I couldn’t see him because the scene around me was so hypnotizing that I couldn’t take my eyes off it. But I could feel his eyes on me.I knew I was there to understand the dynamics of a dominant and submissive relationship. So far, I wanted to learn more about it and experience it. It was intriguing, drawing me in like a drug I wanted to have.A girl in a black mask tightened velvet cuffs around a man’s wrists as he knelt before her, murmuring something that made him bow his head lower. She was the dominant one, and he was submissive.Nero led me up the stairs to a set of rooms. Most of them had glass walls, and while you couldn’t see most of what they were saying or doing to one another, you could see everything.What shocked me the most was that people weren’t afraid to show their bodies. Some were having sex, and you could see the man’s dick and the woman’s pussy joining together for the sensual act.Another room displayed rope work, intricate knots looping a

“Lick it for me,” he said.I got closer, putting both of my hands on his thighs to anchor myself, and licked his crotch. He grabbed the back of my neck and pressed my face harder against his bulge. He was huge, and I couldn’t even begin to fathom how he would fit inside me.Let alone fit into my mouth.He pulled me back and took off his belt. I thought he planned to spank me and hated that I was anticipating it. I had actually grown to like the sensation of being spanked. It always faded into a pleasurable sensation that settled between my legs.I was wrong about Nero using the belt to punish me. He hooked it around my neck. For a moment, I was scared, thinking he would suddenly kill me, but the panic faded when I saw the hunger in his eyes.Besides, I trusted him. He wanted to fuck me, not kill me.“Undo my slacks and take out my cock, birichina.”With shaky hands, I undid his pants, reached into his boxers, and pulled out his cock. I was right, it was huge. He was lengthy and girthy