All Chapters of A V*rgin For The Three Mafia Bodyguards : Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Note: MY BEAUTIFUL AMAZING READERS! We are back to the present and good to have you back. Thread with caution tho, juicy steamy scene season is about to begin!!!! Chapter 319Nina’s POV The damp chill of the underground cavern clung to my skin like a second layer of clothing, but standing inches away from Nikolai, all I could feel was the overwhelming heat radiating from his massive body.The water from the natural pool below lapped softly against the dark stone ledges, casting dancing, emerald reflections across the high ceiling of the cave. Out beyond the hidden shelf where we stood, the roaring waterfall crashed down into the ocean mist, a heavy curtain of thunder shielding us from the organ hunters searching the island above.I looked up at his face. The angular jaw, the rough stubble, the sharp line of his nose, and those dark, unyielding eyes that had seen more horror, blood, and quiet destruction than any single human soul should ever have to carry.For so long, I had seen hi

Chapter 321
Nina’s POVHis words hung in the warm, humid air between us, vibrating against the wet skin of my collarbone like a physical touch.Nikolai’s hands slid completely around my waist, his long, thick fingers gripping me with a sudden, fierce possessiveness that made all the air rush out of my lungs. He pulled my body flush against his chest, the heat radiating off his soaked, rock hard muscles instantly melting away the cool spray of the fountain.My heart hammered wildly against my ribs. I tilted my head back, my wet hair clinging to my shoulders, my lips parting as I looked up into his dark, burning eyes. There was no coldness left in his face. No tactical distance, no guarded walls, and no hollow detachment.“Nikolai…” I breathed out, my hands rising on instinct to grip his broad, bare shoulders.He leaned down, his mouth pressing hard and desperate against mine before I could say another word.The kiss was heavy, intense, and completely intoxicating. It was not gentle. It

Chapter 323Nikolai's POVThe blood on her inner thigh was bright red, wet, and stark against her pale, sun-warmed skin.My breath locked in my lungs. For a fraction of a second, the world went dead silent, the roar of the ocean crashing around us fading into an absolute, terrifying static. My mind flashed back to hospital rooms, white sheets, and cold tile floors. Blood meant trauma. Blood meant internal damage. Blood meant a life slipping through my fingers while I stood there helpless."Nikolai," Nina whispered, her voice high and trembling as panic seized her throat. Her hands clutched my bare shoulders, her fingers digging in so hard her knuckles turned white. "Nikolai, what is happening to me? Am I hurt?"My tactical instincts fought through the sheer terror paralyzing my chest. I dropped to my knees in the sand, my hands shaking as I reached for her thighs. I forced my analytical mind to assess the situation logically, stripping away the blinding fear before it consumed me comp

Chapter 325Nina’s POVNikolai let out a heavy, dragging sigh. He rubbed his face with both hands, the sand on his palms scraping against his jawline before he looked back at me."I did not get us rescued because I wanted to spend more time with you," he confessed, his voice dropping into a low, rough murmur. "I and the guys have an emergency tracking chip in us that can make us locate each other wherever in the world. And because I created it, I knew how to turn it off."I stared at him, my mouth slightly open as his words settled over the quiet beach."I am deeply sorry, Nina," he continued, his dark eyes searching my face with a raw, almost desperate honesty. "I just wanted to spend a little time out of the real busy world. Plus, I miss nature, and I love being around you."I let out a long, slow sigh of my own. I did not say a single word.The quiet between us stretched wide and uncomfortable, filled only by the rhythmic crashing of the waves against the shore. Nikolai watched my

Chapter 327Nina’s POVThe young woman at the easel did not stop painting when I asked my question. Instead, a soft, melodic hum slipped past her lips, sweet and effortless like birdsong in a quiet forest. Her paintbrush glided across the canvas with smooth, practiced strokes, ignoring me completely as if I were nothing more than a passing shadow in the grand hallway.Frustration pricked at my skin. I took a few slow steps closer, my bare feet making no sound against the polished marble floor.Then my chest seized so hard I forgot how to breathe.I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes locking onto the massive canvas resting on the wooden stand. It was not a landscape of the green hills outside. It was a portrait.Painted in rich, vibrant colors that seemed to almost breathe, the picture showed all of us. Dante stood tall and commanding in the center with his arms crossed over his chest. Enzo was leaning against him with a wide, teasing grin on his face. Nikolai stood just slightly behin