All Chapters of A V*rgin For The Three Mafia Bodyguards : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Chapter 199Nina’s POVThe tension in the cellar didn't just grow; it became loud. It filled the narrow space between us until the air itself felt heavy, thick with the scent of old stone and dark wine.Dante didn't hesitate. His large hands slid around my waist, his grip firm and unyielding as he dragged me flush against his body. A sharp breath hitched in my throat. We were both breathing heavily, our chests rising and falling in an erratic, shared rhythm. I looked up into his eyes—dark, intense, and entirely consumed by the sight of me.His gaze dropped to my mouth. He leaned in, the tip of his tongue lightly tracing my lips, wiping away the small stray drop of wine that had lingered there. Then, he bent down, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of my jaw before sliding down to press a warm, deliberate kiss against my neck.A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it.Dante paused, his breath hot against my skin. He looked up, his dark eyes searching mine, heavy with a rest

Chapter 201Nina’s POVThe transition from the cold, stone-walled secrecy of the cellar to the warmth of his private quarters felt like entering a different world. Dante carried me through the threshold, his movements deliberate and deceptively quiet for a man of his size. When he reached the center of the room, he didn’t just drop me; he lowered me with an unexpected, breathtaking gentleness onto the mattress. The bed was massive, a vast expanse of dark, heavy sheets that smelled entirely of him—a intoxicating mix of cedarwood, clean rain, and leather.I sank back into the pillows, suddenly hyper-aware of how exposed I was. My top was still pulled up, my skin flushed, and my breath was coming in short, uneven gasps.Dante didn’t immediately join me. Instead, he stepped away, the sudden absence of his body heat leaving me shivering in the dim light. I watched him walk over to a heavy oak side table across the room. Crystal decanters caught the faint amber glow of the bedside lamps. Wi

Chapter 203Nina’s POVThe air in the room felt entirely entirely charged, thick with the scent of rain, old wood, and the heavy, intoxicating musk of our joined bodies. Dante hovered over me like a shield, his massive, scarred frame blocking out the rest of the world. I could feel the microscopic tremors rippling through his muscles—a testament to the agonizing restraint he was forcing upon himself just to keep from crushing me under the weight of his own desire."Look at me, Nina," he rasped, his voice dropping into a register so deep it resonated right through my chest.I opened my eyes, my vision slightly blurred by the heat flushing my skin. His hazel eyes were dark, almost completely swallowed by his pupils, fixed on me with a fierce, unwavering intensity. He shifted his weight, the heavy, rigid crown of his length pressing directly against my opening.Then, with agonizing slowness, he began to push forward.A sharp, blinding gasp caught in my throat. The sensation of him stretc

Chapter 205Dante’s POVThe steam from the bathroom was already starting to billow out into the bedroom by the time I walked back to the bed. I carried a thick, white towel, soaked through with water as hot as my hands could stand, the heat radiating against my palms.Nina was still curled into a small, defensive ball in the center of the massive mattress, the dark sheets pulled up to her chin. Her eyes followed me, wide and intensely focused, the dark crimson blush from my departure still lingering high on her cheekbones. She looked so small against the backdrop of my room, so incredibly fragile, yet the memory of her body clamping down around mine just minutes ago was enough to send a familiar, heavy throb straight back to my loins.I kicked the edge of the mattress, crawling back onto the sheets. I didn't care that I was still completely naked, or that her gaze dipped lower for a fraction of a second, her lips parting slightly."Unwrap yourself, little kitty," I murmured, my voice

Chapter 207Nina’s POVI stayed frozen under the sheets for a few long minutes, waiting to see if Nikolai would come back or if the house would descend into chaos. When nothing but silence filled the room, I finally threw the blankets aside and swung my legs out of bed. The moment my feet touched the cold hardwood floor, a sharp, distinct ache blossomed between my thighs. It wasn't unbearable—thanks to Dante's gentleness the night before—but it was an unmistakable reminder of exactly how my life had changed.Standing up slowly, I looked around the massive bedroom for the clothes Dante had peeled off me last night. They were gone. He must have taken them down to the laundry before I even woke up.My eyes drifted to the heavy oak nightstand. Resting beside a tall bottle of chilled water and a glass of fresh orange juice was a small, white tablet. Next to it lay a piece of folded parchment with Dante’s sharp, heavy handwriting.> This will help with the ache, and the other will prevent a