All Chapters of A Virgin For The Three Mafia Bodyguards : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 42 Nina’s POV My lips still burned. I sat frozen in the cream leather seat, fingers pressed to my mouth as if I could trap the memory there. The kiss replayed behind my eyes in slow, searing flashes: Nikolai’s hand fisting my hair, the rough scrape of his stubble against my chin, the way his tongue had claimed every inch like he owned it. Heat pooled low in my belly even now, traitorous and unwelcome. I could still taste him—smoke, metal, something darker that made my pulse stutter. My cheeks flamed hotter every time I replayed the moment his teeth grazed my lip, drawing that tiny gasp I hated myself for making. I had kissed back. Just for a second. Enough to feel the wildfire catch. Then Isabela’s “eww” had shattered it, and I jerked away like I had been electrocuted. Blushing. Mortified. Unable to meet his golden-hazel stare. I had stared at the window instead, watching city lights streak below us in golden ribbons, pretending the roar of the rotors could drown out

Chapter 44 Nina’s POV “No no, you have to change!” The voice—low, commanding, laced with barely restrained heat—froze me mid-stride. Crimson satin swirled around my legs like liquid fire as I spun. Nikolai stood framed in the doorway, golden-hazel eyes devouring me in one unguarded heartbeat. Shock flared first, bright and raw across his features. Then hunger—dark, molten, pupils blowing wide as they traced the bare sweep of my back, the faint outline of my nipples beneath the thin bodice, the high slit flashing thigh with every breath. Fury followed, jaw clenching so hard the muscle ticked visibly, knuckles whitening at his sides. He fought to lock it all down, forcing his face back into that cold, impenetrable mask, but the flicker had been there. I had seen it. The beast beneath the control. Enzo glanced between us, one brow arching. “Wardrobe malfunction,” he said, voice light but edged with steel. “We have to go. We don’t have time to waste.” Isabella lingered near

Chapter 46Nina’s POV The auctioneer’s gavel hovered mid-air. Thirty million going once. My eyes stayed squeezed shut. Stage lights seared through my eyelids like branding irons. The crowd’s roar pressed against my skull, a living thing hungry for blood. I waited for the final strike. For the number that would seal me into someone’s possession. Then a new voice sliced through the noise. Cold. Precise. Familiar. “She will be mine forever. Fifty million dollars.” My eyes flew open. Dante stood at the edge of the VIP balcony, black tuxedo immaculate, no mask needed because everyone knew that face. He held his paddle high, expression calm as if he were bidding on a vintage car instead of a human life. Relief crashed through me first—sharp, dizzying. Dante. The devil I knew. The one who threatened fingers and teeth but had never once touched me like those men wanted to. Then fear followed, cold and twisting. Forever. Not one night. Not an evening’s toy. Forever. The room e

Chapter 48 Nina’s POV The sirens wailed closer now, a distant howl cutting through the pandemonium like a promise that might never arrive. Red and blue lights pulsed through the high windows, casting erratic shadows across the marble floor, turning the chaos into a strobe-lit nightmare. The countdowns ticked in unison—2:00, 1:59—each number glowing brighter on the pillar's display, wires humming with a faint, ominous vibration that I could feel in my bones. Isabella and Josh stood there, too calm, too still amid the stampede, their faces illuminated in the red glare like demons in hellfire. “Are you so evil that you wouldn’t mind dying just for money, power, and politics?” I shouted, my voice raw and cracking over the screams. My heart pounded so hard it blurred my vision, but I could not look away from them. Isabella’s eyes narrowed, her tears dried into streaks of black on her cheeks. Josh’s chuckle echoed again, low and unhinged, but before he could answer, a figure pushed

Chapter 50 Nina’s POV My knees hit the wet asphalt with a sharp crack that sent pain shooting up my legs, but I barely felt it. The world narrowed to a tunnel of black spots and flashing red lights, my lungs seizing up like they had forgotten how to work. The sheik’s men advanced, their dark suits blending into the shadows cast by the burning cars, earpieces glinting under the strobe of emergency beams. The leader with the scar sneered, his scarred cheek twisting as he reached for me. “Time to go, package. The sheik hates delays.” Enzo stepped fully in front of me, his body a solid barrier between us and them. His gun was already up, steady in his grip, the barrel catching the orange glow from a nearby flaming sedan. “You’re not taking her,” he said, voice low and deadly, no hint of the tease I once knew. He fired once crisp, controlled. The lead enforcer jerked back, blood blooming across his chest like a dark flower, and he crumpled to the pavement with a wet thud. The oth