Dumped Yesterday, Owned by My ex's Mafia Uncle Today のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

[Elena's POV]My face flushed at his words.I bit my lower lip, trying to stifle the sounds trying to escape my throat. The contrast was maddening, the biting cold of the night air nipping at my exposed skin, warring with the scorching heat of Noah's body possessing mine.Noah's hands were below and in me, and his lips and tongue were savouring my soft spots in my face, ears, neck, shoulder, and even my breast.If anything, the sheet was merely a decoration that covered only my churning stomach.And Noah's muscular and sexy body was the only thing that truly covered me from a stranger's eyes if anyone would suddenly come up in this parking lot.It's all escalating, my body feeling so much excitement that the butterflies in my belly were running wild. My toes curled in every thrust of his finger, and my breath was sucked away at his every lick and suck.Ahhhh!I couldn't help but suck in a breath and arch my body when he suddenly nibbled and sucked on my areola.Afraid to fall off the

[Elena's POV]When consciousness finally drifted back to me, the first thing I noticed was the silence. No roaring wind, no motorcycle engine, no cheap motel AC unit rattling like a dying lung.I blinked my eyes open, disoriented.The ceiling wasn't stained with water damage anymore.It was high, pristine, and adorned with crown molding that probably cost more than my entire tuition. I shifted, and the sheets, silk, definitely silk, slippery and cool against my skin, rustled softly.My body felt heavy, a delicious, aching kind of heavy.The soreness between my legs and the stiffness in my lower back were vivid reminders of the absolute madness that had happened in the parking lot... and then later, in the car, in the bed... and then again when we finally reached his safehouse.Just thinking about it made my face heat up.Click. Clack. Click.The rhythmic sound of typing pulled me from my thoughts.I turned my head. Noah was sitting on a caramel-colored leather armchair near the window

[Elena's POV]The door slammed shut behind Noah, and the sudden silence felt like a vacuum sucking all the air out of the room.I sat there on the silk sheets, naked except for the thin fabric pooled around my waist, staring at the space where he'd been standing.Jake was kidnapped by Velgrave. Or... was he?I replayed Noah's reaction in my head. The cold fury. The immediate phone call from Caleb. The way his entire body had tensed like a coiled spring ready to snap.That wasn't the reaction of a man who'd orchestrated his own nephew's kidnapping.That was the reaction of a man who'd been blindsided.Noah was a lot of things, ruthless, possessive, morally bankrupt when it came to stock manipulation, but he wasn't stupid.If he'd wanted Jake out of the way, he wouldn't have framed his own gang for it. That would expose his connection to Velgrave, blow his cover as the clean billionaire philanthropist.No. Someone else had taken Jake.And whoever it was wanted Noah to take the fall.I e

[Elena's POV]It had to be Noah.He knew I ran. He knew before I even left the apartment. The "guards" at the safehouse were a distraction. While I was playing spy, he had already moved the one pawn that mattered.He had my mother.A wave of nausea hit me so hard I had to grab the doorframe to stay upright. Cold sweat broke out on my skin.He wasn't just a possessive billionaire. He was a monster. He had taken the only family I had left to punish me for leaving him."Ms. Campbell? Are you alright?" the nurse asked, reaching out to steady me."I..." I swallowed bile. "Did they leave anything? A number? An address?""Actually, yes." The nurse reached into her pocket. "One of the guards, the tall one with the scar, he said if you came looking, to give you this."She held out a cream-colored envelope.My fingers trembled violently as I took it. It was heavy, expensive cardstock. No name on the front. Just a wax seal stamped in dark red.I stared at it, dreading to see the hollow grin of a

[Noah's POV]"Where is my baby boy, Noah! Jake is just a kid!!! Where is he?"Monica's screeching voice drilled into my temples, worse than the hangover I didn't have. She was pacing the Persian rug of my father's study, clutching a handkerchief she hadn't actually used to wipe any tears."For the last time, Monica," I said, my voice dangerously low as I leaned against the mahogany desk. "I didn't take Jake. I don't eat my own kind, no matter how incompetent they are.""But the news said Velgrave!" she wailed."The news says what people pay it to say," I snapped. "And right now, someone is paying a lot to frame me."I looked past my hysterical sister to the man sitting behind the desk. Marco Marlowe. My father. The Capo dei Capi of Velgrave (The Boss of Bosses of Velgrave), though he had technically retired to let me run the show.He sat in his leather chair like a king on a throne, watching the drama with cold, reptilian eyes."Enough, Monica," Marco said. His voice wasn't loud, but