All Chapters of The Butcher - A Mafia romance : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“I said, turn over.” He pulled out and started to roll me over, getting me on my hands and knees. He grabbed my hips and tugged me to the edge of the bed again before he shoved himself inside me once more, just as hard as he’d been a minute ago. He fisted my hair and tugged me back like I was a horse, and he fucked me relentlessly. Then his palm struck my ass with a hard smack.I cried out then moaned, hating the pain but loving the pleasure that followed.He spanked me again, harder this time.I cried out louder, feeling the sting of his palm against my flesh, feeling how hot and red the skin turned.“Want me to stop, sweetheart?” His palm turned gentle, his fingers kneading my ass as he continued to fuck me.“No.”His fingers grazed over the flesh gently before he gave me another squeeze. Then he spanked me again, harder than before. “I didn’t think so.”I woke up in the middle of the night to pee.That was when I realized he wasn’t there. The sheets were cool, like he’d been gone a

“As in, the president of France?”“Yes.”“You know him?”“Oh, I definitely know him.”I didn’t get starstruck and I didn’t think of the president as a celebrity, but I had no idea what I would say to him if I met him. Didn’t follow politics. Barely understood the parameters of the Senate. I was too busy with my own shit to care about law and legislature. “I’m surprised they want to socialize with you publicly.”“You know what they say…hide in plain sight. You could look corruption in the eye and have no idea it's corruption’s gaze you meet. The public interacts with my world on a daily basis, but they’re none the wiser.”“That’s a scary thought.”“It’s our job to govern our citizens. It’s also our job to protect them. I like to think we do both—and make something for ourselves in the process. Instead of spending tax dollars sending the police after criminals they can’t possibly arrest, it makes more sense to profit from it. And those tax dollars go back to the citizens.”“Well, some o

Luca stared at me for a long time, his hand on the glass without lifting it for a drink. “What did she say?”“She’ll think about it…”He gave a slow nod. “You think that will work?”“I don’t fucking know, man. It’s been a long time since I talked to him.”“Even if she agrees, he probably won’t.”“Right.” I took a drink from my glass, and now, there was nothing but ice cubes left behind.He faced the bar and the mirror and drank in silence.We sat there together, both of us thinking about the thorn in our sides, the man I called my brother.Then my phone vibrated with a text. It could be anyone because my phone went off all hours of the night, but there was only one person I hoped it would be. I’d just seen her this morning, but I wouldn’t mind coming home to her in my bed, her legs wrapped around my waist while she whispered my name.But it was my mother. I’ll do it.It was ten in the evening when my driver pulled up to the gates.My heart was still, my pulse steady. I was on the prec

I let myself into her apartment because she’d shared the code with me weeks back. The elevator had finally been fixed, but I took the stairs anyway because I could barely fit in the tiny enclosure. I made it to her door and let myself inside, moving down the winding hallway until I reached her main room, the dining room and living room a single space.I stilled when I saw her—standing in nothing but a tiny black G-string.Mother of god.The lights were dimmed and a few candles were lit to set the mood, but all I cared about was the fine woman with the tits I was about to suck raw. Her brown hair was soft and around her shoulders, and she had that look in her eyes that showed how much she wanted me even though I was fully clothed.I reached behind my head and pulled my shirt over my back before I tossed it onto one of the chairs. When I moved into her, one of her arms hooked around my neck, and she cupped my face, her lips parting to take the hungry kiss that was coming.I clenched her

I appreciated that he didn’t lie to me, but the truth still stung a little bit. “That seems to be true, considering the way he treats his girlfriend.”“She’s not his girlfriend.”“Then who is she?”He shrugged. “A woman he has in his pocket.”“Why bring someone anyway?”“It’s all about optics. You earn more respect if you’ve got a beautiful woman on your arm.”“Do I earn you respect? Because I’m not the bombshell she is.”Bastien scoffed, a handsome smile on his face. “She’s so thin you can see her hip bones through her dress and the vertebrae up her spine—and her tits are fake. You, on the other hand, are the finest piece of woman I’ve ever seen.” He moved his arm over the back of my chair and gave me that intense gaze that could win him any hand in poker. “I’ll take you to my office and prove it.”I felt the heat burn underneath my skin, bringing a sting to my cheeks. I broke eye contact when his confidence made my strength shatter. I’d never felt safer with anyone, but that also ma