All Chapters of Bound To The Mafia King : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

GraceI jerked back from the kiss like I’d been burned, my lips tingling, swollen, and wet from him. What the hell am I doing? Cold water still poured over us, but my skin felt hotter than ever. I had kissed him back. I had let him devour me. My hands were still gripping his bare shoulders and nails dug into wet muscle. Stella’s voice rang out again from outside the bathroom door. “Grace?! If you’re in there, answer me right now!”I twisted desperately toward the door. “Stella! I’m here-”Adrian’s arm snapped around my waist like steel, yanking me back hard against his naked, dripping body. His thick cock pressed insistently against my lower back. His breath was hot against my ear even under the freezing spray.“Don’t,” he warned, voice low, dark, and deadly calm. “Your friends are here, bunny. All four of them. But their lives are in your hands right now. You behave like a good little wife, they walk out breathing. You scream, you fight, you try to run to them… I’ll make you watch w

GraceI barely had time to process my forced agreement before Adrian moved like lightning. One second he was smirking down at me with that dark, victorious hunger, the next his strong arm wrapped around my waist and he threw me over his broad shoulder like I was a sack of nothing.“You- evil monster!” I shrieked, kicking my legs wildly. The oversized black shirt rode up my thighs, exposing far too much skin. “Put me down! Let me go!”He ignored my struggles completely as his one large hand clamped down on the back of my bare thighs to hold me in place. His fingers dug in possessively, brushing dangerously close to my ass.“Dante. Nicholas,” he ordered calmly as he started walking up the stairs, carrying me like I weighed nothing. “Take care of her friends. Make sure they get home safely… for now. If they behave. If they try anything stupid, you know what to do.”“Yes, boss,” Dante replied with a dark chuckle.“Adrian, no!” I screamed, pounding my fists against his bare back. “Don’t

Grace I was still trembling, my panties soaked and ruined, when Adrian lifted his head from my shoulder. His dark eyes burned with raw hunger as he stared down at me. The realization of what I had just done hit me like a slap- I had come apart because of him. The man who owned me. The man who had bought me like property.Before I could spiral further, he hovered over me again, his powerful body caging mine completely. The handcuff connecting our wrists pulled my arm above my head as he shifted, forcing me to stay open and vulnerable beneath him.“Fuck, bunny,” he growled, voice thick and wrecked. “Look at you. Coming so prettily just from grinding on my cock like a desperate little slut. You soaked me through my sweatpants. Such a good girl for your owner.”“Adrian… stop,” I whispered shakily, but my voice lacked conviction. My body was still buzzing with aftershocks, my nipples aching, my core clenching around nothing.He didn’t stop. Instead, he lowered himself fully on top of m

AdrianI watched her come apart on my fingers, her tight little pussy clenching and soaking my hand like it was made for me. The way she moaned my name, the way her body arched and trembled- it fed the monster inside me like nothing else ever had. But when the pleasure faded and her eyes cleared, I saw it.The break.Grace looked completely shattered. Tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, body twitching with aftershocks, lips swollen from my savage kisses. She looked ruined. Broken. And for the first time in years, something twisted uncomfortably in my chest.Regret.I had pushed too hard. Lost control. But fuck- she was mine. I bought her. I owned every inch of that perfect body. She wanted it too, even if she refused to admit it. Her soaked cunt didn’t lie. Still, seeing her like this… it clawed at me.She pushed me away weakly and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, running my fingers through my hair, breathing heavi

GraceMy heart slammed against my ribs the second I saw him.Adrian stood at the kitchen entrance like he owned the entire world with arms crossed over his broad chest, leaning casually against the wall with that dark, predatory smirk on his face. His eyes locked onto me like I was prey he had been patiently hunting. The broken glass and shattered plates around my bare feet suddenly felt insignificant compared to the danger radiating off him.I gulped hard, throat dry. “Adrian…”He pushed off the wall and walked toward me slowly, each step deliberate, powerful, like a wolf stalking closer. That smirk never left his lips- that twisted, obsessive smirk full of dark promises. My pulse raced wildly. I tried to step back on the counter, but my foot slipped on a piece of glass.Before I could regain balance, his hand shot out like lightning. Strong fingers wrapped around my wrist, yanking me forward. I stumbled off the counter and straight into his arms. In one smooth, terrifying motion,