All Chapters of A V*rgin For The Three Mafia Bodyguards : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Chapter 208Nina’s POVThe dining room was vast and unusually quiet when I finally stepped inside. The heavy oak table, which usually felt loaded with the looming, silent tension of the brothers, was almost entirely empty.Only Enzo was there.He was sitting at the far end, absolute chaos personified, shoveling a massive forkful of eggs into his mouth while scrolling rapidly through his phone. He looked up when the floorboards creaked, his eyes tracking me as I took a seat a few chairs down, moving a bit carefully to guard the lingering ache between my thighs."Morning, Sunshine," Enzo muttered around a mouthful of toast."Good morning," I said, my eyes instinctively darting to the empty head of the table where Dante usually sat, then to the chair opposite him where Nikolai usually kept his laptop. The absence of both of them made the room feel strangely cold. "Where are Dante and Nikolai?"Enzo shrugged, swallow-gulping a massive glass of apple juice. "No clue. They vanished before d

Chapter 210Nina’s POVThe question hung in the warm, humid air of the kitchen, threatening to expose the beautiful, terrifying secret I was guarding. Nana’s eyes were soft, filled with a knowing affection that made my heart squeeze."Oh, you know me, Nana," I said quickly, my voice slightly higher than usual as I frantically scrambled for a distraction. "I'm just... I'm just really invested in the new couple on Love Island. Did you see the way he chose her at the recoupling? It was so dramatic!"Nana let out a soft, melodic laugh, easily catching onto my sudden pivot. She reached over, gently patting the back of my hand with a warmth that felt like a protective shield."You can change the subject all you like, my dear," Nana told me gently, her voice lowering into a comforting, maternal tone. "But remember, you are always welcome to talk to me about anything. Whenever you are ready. I might just be the housekeeper here, but I look at you and these boys like you're my own. I'm like a

Chapter 212Amanda’s POVI couldn't stop the goofy, breathless giggle from escaping my lips as I sat back in the plastic chair. My entire body still felt delightfully heavy, humming with the residual warmth of having the absolute best night of my life. Stefan’s condo had felt like a different world last night.A fierce, delicious blush heated my cheeks as my mind reeled back to the bedroom. I remembered the exact weight of his hands anchoring my hips down, the intense, dark focus in his eyes right before he slid down the mattress. The memory of the way he ate me out made my breath catch all over again. He had been so deliberate, his tongue finding every sensitive nerve with an agonizingly perfect precision that drove me completely insane. I had arched off the sheets, my fingers burying into his hair as the tension coiled tighter and tighter until I shattered. He didn't stop, pushing me right over the edge into multiple, back-to-back orgasms that left me sobbing his name, my thighs tre

Chapter 214Dante’s POVMy entire body was boiling.A relentless, white-hot energy was humming directly beneath my skin, a dangerous current that I could barely keep under lock and key. I wanted her. More and more, with a ravenous, suffocating hunger that grew worse with every ticking second. The pure, unadulterated memory of her body yielding to mine last night was a drug I couldn't purge from my system. I wanted her so badly that it was starting to compromise my tactical focus. To protect her, and to keep myself from dragging her back into my bed and never letting her leave, I had to physically force myself out of her presence. I had to avoid her completely.I had gone down to the basement gym, expecting the brutal, bone-crushing physical exertion to drown out the noise in my head.It didn't help.The more I tried to focus on the heavy bag, the more her image flashed behind my eyelids. The soft, glowing flush of her skin. The way she arched into my touch. The breathless, sweet whimp

Chapter 216Nina’s POVA soft, cool sensation on my forehead slowly coaxed me out of my sleep. It felt like a gentle, damp press of velvet.My eyelids fluttered, heavy with sleep, and as the room came into focus, my breath hitched. Towering over the edge of my bed, bathed in the dim, golden light of my bedside lamp, was Dante. His dark, striking eyes were fixed entirely on me, holding an intensity that made my chest tighten in the most beautiful way.I blinked rapidly, rubbing my knuckles against my eyes to make sure the cheap whiskey and the chaotic events of the day hadn't finally driven me to hallucinate. "Dante?" I murmured, my voice thick and raspy with sleep. I pushed myself up slightly, looking around the quiet shadows of my bedroom. "What are you doing here?"Dante’s gaze softened, a flicker of something deeply tender passing through his expression. He reached out, his thumb gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from my cheek."I wanted to see you," he said, his deep, reso