All Chapters of Sex with the Mafia King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Luca shook his hand, but he still regarded him with a look of suspicion.“Nero DeLuca, as in the youngest son of the DeLuca empire?” Luca asked.Everyone who watched the news and read the paper knew who Nero was. He was the face of the DeLuca family despite being young. He was also elusive at the same time because he barely attended parties, and he stayed away from interviews and the media.It was rare for him to be spotted, but the things he did in the business world spoke for him. His name was always in the conversation.“Yes. Your sister has said nothing but nice things about you. It’s a pleasure to meet someone who is important to her.” Nero said smoothly.Luca looked at me like he expected an explanation. I was as shocked as he was. I hadn’t told Nero I was going to pick up my brother from the airport. How did he know and still have time to come and make us lunch?“She hasn’t said anything about you,” Luca said.“I meant to talk to you about it. I just expected Nero to be busy at

“Serena, don’t do this. What do you want me to say?” He asked.“Nothing. There is nothing you can say that will make me feel better at the moment.”“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving. I’m not used to explaining myself to anyone. I realize these are just excuses, and I should have done better, and you’re right. It was rude. I just didn’t realize it at the moment.”His explanation did nothing to soothe the anger and the heartache I was feeling. It only fuelled my desire to be angrier with him.“I can’t talk to you right now, Nero. I have work to do.”“Please just talk to me. I thought I would be back, but there was an emergency at work, and I couldn’t leave on time. I’ll communicate better next time.”“We’ll talk later, Nero. We can’t do this at work.”“Can we at least have dinner together?” He asked.He looked like he really wanted me to forgive him, and it was the only proof that he regretted not communicating with me. I was aware that I was making the situation bigger than it

Nero’s mansion was exactly how I remembered it. This time, the staff was in a line waiting for us to walk in. They bowed their heads as we entered. I thought it was degrading to some extent, but I didn’t say anything.It wasn’t my house, and I remembered being unfazed by the same thing when I grew up in a mansion full of staff to do my bidding.“This is Serena Marino. She will be here from time to time, and I hope you will serve her well and make her stay comfortable.”I was surprised that he introduced me to his staff. It made me feel like I was important to him. Even when he said he would take me to his place, I thought he would take me to his penthouse.But he didn’t.Nero led me to his minibar to pour me some wine. He handed me a glass and led me to his bedroom. It was the same one I had been to before. When he took me there to go to the bathroom the first time, I didn’t think it was his bedroom.No man agreed to take a drunk girl who claimed she wanted to vomit in his personal ba

Nero climbed on top of me on the bed and trailed his mouth all over me. He kissed me first, biting my lips to the point of drawing blood and then relishing the taste. His kisses went down to my neck.He sucked the flesh around hard enough for me to moan and squirm under him. I knew he would leave bite marks on me the way he always did whenever we had sex. His mouth went lower until he reached my breasts.He took one of his hands while he closed his mouth around the other nipple. He switched between my two globes, making sure to give them equal attention. By the time his mouth trailed down, I was a mess.I arched my back and closed my eyes just to enjoy all the things I was feeling. Nero always made me feel pleasure and boosted my ego at the same time. He kept praising me every single time he could catch a breath.He told me I was perfect and the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even if he was lying to me, I believed it. How could I not? He said it with so much sincerity that it

The sun woke me up the next morning. A maid was in Nero’s room drawing the curtains. She glared at me when I looked at her. She obviously didn’t like me and was terrorizing me.Who even let her in there when I was sleeping? She had no right to wake me up, especially when I had slept late the previous night.“It’s time for breakfast,” she said as she hovered.“What’s your name?” I asked her.She may have been a maid, but she was a bully. I didn’t look down on staff because my parents had taught me better. They had also taught me to defend myself. She was age or slightly older.Maybe she had a thing for Nero and was mad that he brought a woman home and screwed her chances of having him for herself.“Elise,” she answered.She a slight Italian accent. It was barely there but yu could tell she had grown up in Italy. Those of us who were born and raised in New York or in any other state didn’t have a hint of an Italian accent.“Close those curtains and get out. Breakfast is when I say it is