All Chapters of In Bed with the Mafia King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The sleeping beauty in my bed was tired. She had passed out in the early hours of the morning. I had lost count of the many times I made her cum. I previously promised to make her pass out from orgasms, and I delivered.She looked so beautiful sprawled on my bed with my marks all over her body. I had bitten her neck and shoulders to mark her, but I would rather have my handprint around her neck.But I wouldn’t use breath play on her just yet. She trusted me, but not enough for that. Since she was tired, I dressed her back in her clothes, and she didn’t wake up.I owned the sex club with a partner. He managed everything so I didn’t have to be there. I hadn’t set foot there in two years. Despite that, no one used the room Serena and I were in. It was mine and mine alone.Damien, my partner, also had a room of his own that no one else could use.Even though it was my room and I could stay there as long as I wanted, I needed to get Serena out of there before everyone woke up.After I was

He grabbed my neck before I could react and backed me up against the kitchen island.“Don’t use that tone with me, birichina.”He tightened his grip around my neck and locked me in place with his gaze. I was afraid to speak, let alone move. He seemed very angry.“Nero…”“Let’s get one thing straight. I am your dominant now. I can come here whenever I want, I can find you wherever you are, and I can fuck you when I want. Like right now. I have missed you, and I am dying to be inside you.”In one movement, he let go of my neck, grabbed my ass, and put me on the kitchen counter. His mouth was on mine before I could even react. Like the weak bitch I was, I kissed him back, putting my hands around his neck.He grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back.“You’ve been a bad girl. You don’t deserve to touch me.”He trailed his mouth down my neck, sucking the bridge between my neck and shoulder. I threw my head back and moaned while he kissed down to my tits. Luckily for him, I was wearin

“I have to go, but I’ll see you tonight,” he said as he gently pulled me off his lap and stood. He put his hand around my waist and pulled me into him. He kissed me hard and released me.I watched him walk out, knowing people were going to want to know what we talked about in the conference room. Again. I didn’t have to explain myself to anyone, but not answering anyone would only cause unwanted rumors.I took deep breaths and walked out of the conference room. When I went back to my cubicle to pack my things and move into my office, everyone was staring at me.“So, what did he say?” Whitney asked.“Whitney! You’re so nosy. Don’t ask her things like that. It’s obvious the boss has a thing for her.” Mark said.“No, he doesn’t have a thing for me. He was just telling me that he loves my articles and they draw traction to the magazine in general. That’s all. He told me to keep up the good work.” I said.“I know. I love your pieces. I wondered why Cecelia was saying that no one reads them

“It’s hard for you to know what I am thinking since you’re not in my mind, Viktor. I appreciate, but I am not even Nero’s type. All you are saying is not resonating with me because I am not seeing my boss in anything but a professional setting.”“Serena, what are you talking about? You are exactly his type. Nero likes women with dark hair—brunettes, especially with bright eyes. Usually, he goes for blue eyes, but green is pretty darn close.”Oh my God. No wonder he hadn’t given me the time of day when I wore a blonde wig, but was all over me in my natural form. I was just his type. Not a woman he had seen and liked because of who she was.I had been stupid enough to believe I was a deviation from his pattern and somehow a little special. I swallowed a lump in my throat and smiled.“I honestly thought he liked blonde women.”“No. He likes carbon copies of his first love—the one that got away. He’s a scumbag, and he treats women like shit. I know he wants you. You have to resist him. I

Viktor was getting on my last nerve. He was talking to my woman and telling her how bad I was, but neglecting to mention that he was worse. The only thing he was good at was making sure he came off as a good guy.I could see why women fell for it. He was very good at selling his act as if it were the real thing, and he was charming. I had seen him negotiating. If he was in New York, there was no doubt that he was the one who was sabotaging my business.One of my men was the one who tampered with my product before it reached my distributors. I tried to get him to tell me who the fuck was paying him, and he chose to choke on his own blood and die.I tortured him all night in front of my men, and he screamed in pain and decided to end his misery before he told me who paid him. All he told me was that he had worked for years to get to where he was so he could destroy me, and he was never loyal to me.Dominic was vetting everyone, and I had someone looking into his roots to see if he had a