All Chapters of The Butcher - A Mafia romance : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I’d barely turned toward the bed when I smacked into his hard chest like a concrete wall. His big hands gripped my ass, and he lifted me into him, the warmth of his body matching the fire in the other room. He carried me to the bed as he stared into my eyes. Instead of throwing me onto the mattress, he rolled me onto my back and moved over me, his thick body warmer than any blanket. He positioned me underneath him before he hooked his thumbs into the straps of my black thong and pulled it free. He was already naked, his dick hard like it’d been all night, every time he pressed against me.He folded me underneath him, locking both of his wrists behind my knees before he ground his length over my sex and rubbed it against my clit, his hungry dick harder than any vibrator I’d ever used. His blue eyes were on me, watching my reaction to him, enjoying the sight of me below him. “You’re holding yourself back. Why?” The man had eyes that could see through walls, pierce through hearts.It was

The judge closed his folder and brought his hands together. “Then we’ll schedule another meeting three weeks from now. Perhaps at that time, you can decide how you want these assets to be divided. This meeting is adjourned.”“What?” I’d come here expecting to finalize a divorce, to be free of Adrien forever, to formally drop my married last name and reclaim my maiden one. Not to hit the brakes on the process and remain in limbo. “This is bullshit.”Antony placed his hand on my shoulder to quiet me.Adrien and his lawyer walked out.I was breathing hard, breathing through the rage that I couldn’t express in the presence of a judge and security.“Take the money,” Antony said.“I said, I don’t want it.”“Don’t you see what he’s doing?”I stilled and turned to him.“He knows you won’t take it, so he can use that to drag this out for a long time.”“Why would he do that?”“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked, his eyes shifting back and forth between mine. “So he can stay married to you.”When I lef

A couple minutes later, the meeting seemed to have finished because all the men rose to their feet, shook hands, and they departed, while Bastien remained behind. He put out his cigar in the ashtray before he turned to me and crossed the room, his eyes lit up and playful at the sight of me.When he reached the table, he leaned down to kiss me before he took the seat across from me. “I’m fucking hungry.”“How come no one else is here?”“Because I booked the whole place.” He looked at the menu the waitress had brought earlier. He turned over his shoulder and called toward the kitchen, “Let’s get this going.” He faced me again and poured himself a glass of wine. “How’d today go?”I was still overwhelmed by everything that had just happened, that I was dining in Jules Verne, one of the most iconic restaurants in Paris, because the man I was seeing had booked it for a meeting. The divorce hearing felt like a week ago. “You didn’t have to get me a lawyer.”“You should never represent yourse

BastienThe SUV pulled into the warehouse, and I left the back seat and entered the rear of the building. The double doors were open to the next room, the processing facility where we organized all the taxes paid by the dealers in the city.Cash was everywhere, stacked on tables, workers dropping piles into automatic machines that counted the bills digitally, while guards paced the room with rifles in case anyone slipped a bill into their pocket.When I entered the room, everyone paused what they were doing to sneak a glance.I pretended not to notice.I headed into the next room, where Luca sat with some of the guys, his laptop open on the table. Poker chips were in the center, and it looked like they were playing a hand rather than getting shit done.“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked when I walked in. “You know taxes are due on the first.”Luca looked away from his cards. “I can’t do shit until they’re done. You know that.”“They should have been finished hours ago.”“Well, som

She moved into me, her forehead resting against my chin with her face pressed into my neck. Her hands moved to my arms, and she gripped the muscles like I might push her off. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Her warm breaths blanketed my skin as she spoke. Her voice was cracked from the pain in in. Her fingertips trembled slightly against my flesh like she feared this was the end. “Please don’t make me go.”I closed my eyes and inhaled a slow breath, feeling a surge of arousal I’d never felt in my life. I’d had good sex, desired beautiful women, explored everything there was to explore. But none of those experiences compared to how I felt now, elicited by this single woman. All I wanted was for her to want me with the intensity that I wanted her.I slid my hand into her hair, and I forced her head back to look at me.Her eyes were still wet and dripping in fear, afraid of what I would say next.“Are you in this with me?”“Yes.”“Are you sure? Because I’m a dangerous