Running From The Mafia CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Maya’s POV“Mummy?”“Mm?”I pull my eyes away from the window and turn back to her, forcing a small smile onto my face. “Yes, baby?”Adrianna studies me for a moment, her lips pursing thoughtfully as she tilts her head. “Are you okay?”“Me?” I let out a light laugh, shaking my head as if the idea itself is ridiculous. “I’m fine.”Her expression doesn’t change. If anything, the concern in her eyes deepens.“You took my bag and gave me yours,” she says, lifting the strap of the purse hanging awkwardly off her small shoulder like evidence in a trial.I glance down at it.Right.“And you walked into the wrong class to look for me,” she continues, counting each point off on her fingers with careful seriousness.“That was just a mistake,” I say quickly. “You’re early too,” she adds, lifting another finger. “You’re never early.”“I’m never late either, am I?” I say, letting out a small laugh as I try to lighten the moment. It doesn’t work. “Okay,” I clear my throat, like I’m abo

Lucien’s POVI dial Jamie’s number again as I get off the highway, minutes into Maya’s neighborhood. “Have you found her?” My voice feels raw, scraped against my throat. “Yes,” he says, relief in his voice. “I just pulled into the gas station. I can see her now. She—” he pauses. “She’s with Adrianna. They’re both safe.” My shoulders tremble, strength leaving me for a moment as air rushes out of my lungs. My grip falters as I gulp in a shaky breath. “Good,” I whisper. “Guard them with your life, Jamie.” “I will,” he says briskly. “A sedan,” he adds. “She says it was a sedan trailing her. A brown sedan. She didn’t catch the full plate numbers.” He gives me a couple digits. “Do you want to…speak to her directly?” My breath catches. My chest squeezes. I do. I desperately want to hear her voice. “No,” I shake my head. “Keep them safe.” I end the call before I can change my mind. I need to keep my distance. If I hear her voice, I might break my promise. I tuck my phone into my pocket

Lucien’s POV I stumble backwards, nearly knocked off my feet as Maya launches herself at me. She throws her arms around my neck, holding me tight. “Lucien,” she whispers. “Lucien.” She clings to me, burying her face in my chest. My jaw clenches as I cradle the back of her head, my fingers threading gently through her hair. I hold her tight—not wanting to let go— feeling my heart pound loudly in my ears. I’m glad I came. I almost talked myself out of it, tried convincing myself that I was only going to leave again. I was only going to break her heart…Adrianna’s heart, for the umpteenth time. But I found myself heading here before I realized I’d taken the wrong route. I couldn’t…I needed to see her so much that it felt like I was going to die. Maya’s hands slide lower, her fingers clutching my shirt. I feel something wet on my skin. “I’m here,” I murmur hoarsely as something breaks inside of me. “I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner.” I kiss her forehead, burying my face in her hair.

Lucien’s POVMy cock throbs inside her, swollen and relentless, every thrust drawing a broken gasp from her lips. The way her cunt clenches around me, wet and desperate, tells me she’s close again. Too soon. I want more.“I haven’t fucked you yet,” I murmur, my mouth tipping with a pleased smile. “And you’re about to have an orgasm?”“I—” she shudders, her mouth falling open as I thrust in slowly. “I don’t know.” “I do,” I say proudly, lazily thrusting in and out. “You want me as much as I want you. We crave each other, mi amor.”My hands grip her ass to steady her position, and I turn, striding down the hall toward the first door on the left—the main suite. The wood is cool under my palm as I kick it open, the hinges groaning softly. The room is vast, the bed a monstrous thing draped in black silk, the sheets still pristine, untouched. Perfect.I toss her onto the mattress, and she bounces once, twice, her hair fanning out around her like a dark halo. Her chest heaves, her blouse

Maya’s POV The sound of laughter wakes me from sleep. I pull the pillow closer with a frustrated groan, digging my heels into the sheets. A little more sleep. I haven’t slept up to three hours, and my body’s sore all over. It’s my fault—and Lucien’s—and while I’m certainly not complaining, I don’t think I could get out of bed without my legs wobbling. Yup. That’s what happens when you’re determined to get naked in every single room in a house that has too many of them. We ended up in an unused study after swimming laps in the pool…and well, we made a bunch of noise pushing things around. Then, Lucien dragged me to the kitchen, where he made cereal, because it was the only thing in the pantry. My stomach grumbles loudly, and I wrap my hands around it when a sharp pain slices through. Food. I need to eat. “Ugh,” I groan, dragging myself out of bed. My knees wobble, as I’d expected, but I don’t crumple to the ground, thankfully. I glance around. Robe. My clothes are somewhere…