Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Skull King: An Alpha Male Dark Mafia Romance: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

When I saw my body in the mirror, I cringed at the sight. My stomach had already darkened from the bruises. My fingers felt the skin, and just the simple touch made my body recoil in pain. I let my expensive gown fall to the floor, and I grabbed a t-shirt from my drawer.Once I lay in bed, I pulled out the phone Balto gave me.I wanted to call him. I had so many questions that needed to be answered. Now I knew this man was as powerful as he claimed. He wasn’t afraid to provoke Lucian anywhere, and he wasn’t afraid to drive a cigar right into his skin. He killed two men without making a sound and groped me in the dark.Fearless.I called him.It rang twice before he answered. “Baby.”When he left, he’d referred to me by my married name, and it left a bad taste in my mouth. It was a name I never wore with pride. It was a name I’d been trying to shrug off since it was shackled to my shoulders. “How long have you known?” He knew exactly who my husband was, but he never told me. He must ha

Once I felt his mouth against mine, I stopped thinking about how dangerous this was and allowed my thighs to relax. I widened for him and allowed him to come closer, feeling his fat cock against my clit and stomach. This was so stupid and dangerous, but logic didn’t seem to matter. He was there, gorgeous and naked, and I hadn’t had him in so long, I was losing my mind.He pressed his cock against my slit, feeling the slickness that oozed from the entrance. “My baby missed me.”My ankles locked together against his back, and my arms circled his neck. “I always miss you.”He kissed the corner of my mouth before he sucked my bottom lip between his. His hand tightened on my hair and yanked it a bit as he ground against me.Now Lucian could barge through my bedroom door, and I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop kissing this man, couldn’t stop my nails from piercing his skin. My ankles were locked together, and I would never let him go. I lived for these secret moments, moments where it was jus

30CassiniI knew something serious was happening when the entire property was swarming with armed guards. There were at least double the number of men on duty.Did that mean Lucian knew Balto had been here?He hadn’t questioned me or punished me, so that seemed unlikely.Lucian barged into my room without notice. It was the first time he’d acknowledged my existence in over a week. He hadn’t asked me to share meals with him or come to his bed. But now he seemed to have bounced back. “We have company coming tonight. I want you to look your best.”“What kind of company?” Lucian never had people over. When he socialized, it was always outside the house.“Just do as I ask.”I wanted to slug him in the stomach every time he made a comment like that. “What time?”“Ten.”“Ten?” I asked in surprise, thinking that was oddly late to be having someone at the house.“You heard me.” He turned back to the door.“Anything else I need to know—”“Just be ready and be quiet.”I wore a backless black dr

1CassiniThe blacked-out Hummer approached a three-story building in the heart of Florence. Just a few blocks from the biggest church in the city, there were no lights in the windows and it seemed deserted.I hadn’t said a word.Neither had he.A garage door opened on the side of the building, and one by one, the vehicles descended into an underground garage. Armed men were already there as the vehicles were parked.I sat in my black cocktail dress, my left ring finger comfortable now that my wedding ring had been ditched. I’d tossed it on the table like it was garbage—because it was garbage to me. My hand throbbed slightly from the way I’d struck Lucian. I could have broken my hand, and I still wouldn’t have regretted it. Hopefully, his cheek was red for a week.Balto stepped out of the car and greeted his men.I stepped out and suddenly felt like I was on display in my backless dress and heels. All the men turned their gazes on me, lust and aggression in their eyes. They looked me

He was more paranoid than Lucian. Lucian had staff all over the property, from maids to gardeners. I carried my coffee to the dining table and sat down, still wearing my black dress that cost Lucian thousands of euros.Balto came back into the dining room and stared down at me. Like a statue looming over its admirers, he intimidated me with his height and size. “Take off that dress.”“I will when you get me some clothes.”His hand moved to the table next to mine, a silent threat. “I don’t want anything that man bought you in my house. Change your clothes and throw away that dress. Do it now, or I’ll do it myself.”Lucian spent most of his time ignoring me, and when he wasn’t ignoring me, he didn’t boss me around quite this much. Balto was a million times more threatening, getting under my skin without actually touching me. I wasn’t sure if he would actually hit me the way Lucian had, but I didn’t want to take the gamble. I rose to my feet and left the steaming mug of coffee behind. Th