All Chapters of Mafia Ruthless 2: Luciano's Forbidden Desire: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Chapter 189*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*“It's about fucking time,” he growls. Just when I think he'll finally do what I've been begging for, he stops. His gaze drifts to the bar opposite the bed and without another word, he walks towards it. I can't help but look at him as he walks away.My throat dries when I do, as if it's the first time I'm seeing him. He's large and thick, his skin golden like the rest of him. A throbbing vein runs along the underside of his shaft, his tip curving slightly upwards. Saliva pools at my mouth at the sight of him.Swallowing thickly, I shake my head. A dark grin touches his lips when he sees the way I stare at his cock. He reaches into the glass covering of the bar and pulls out a bottle, one that resembles whiskey or vodka even.He comes back to me slowly, that victorious look still on his face. Then he stops in front of me, close enough that I feel the heat radiating off his body and onto mine.He unscrews the cap of the bottle with one hand. W

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Chapter 192••~••*••~••Luciano••~••*••~••“Yours. Only Yours.”The moment those words leave her mouth, something spreads through my chest— a feeling I recognize so much as satisfaction. I don’t know why I do, but I wrap both arms around her and pull her flush against me while I’m still buried inside her, in a way that has her lips close to mine. My hands slide up her back, one settles at the nape of her neck, the other hovering around her waist.I kiss her.Fuck, I do.Not the rough, claiming kisses as before. No, this one feels different… much slower, like we’ve both been waiting for it. I pour everything I haven’t said into it, the ones I said but she hasn’t believed, the nights I spent looking for her, the fact that even after everything I still want her more than I want air, every single fucking thing.Her lips tremble against mine and I feel her melt into surrender. Everything feels so surreal, so unbelievable. One minute I’m taking planes on a hunt for her, and the next minu

Chapter 194••~••*••~••Luciano••~••*••~••As soon as the question leaves my mouth, and her expression changes, I immediately regret asking.Perhaps, not the right time and place? ‘When exactly is the right time and place? You have a child you deserve to know about,’ that inner voice comes again, giving me more justified reasons on why asking the question now is exactly what I should have done.But she hasn’t looked at me once since I asked. How the fuck am I suppose to inquire now?Swallowing hard, I ask despite my hesitation, “Angel, please don’t tell me you think I don’t deserve to ask.”Her head lifts immediately, eyes not yet on me. “No,” her voice isn’t steady. “No, that’s not what I think.”“Then look at me, Elizabeth, and give me an answer.”She does.God help me, she actually does. I notice her eyes are already shining. I want to reach out and stop her from crying out but I hold myself back. If I really need answers, then we can save the emotional back and forth time for la

Chapter 196*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*If I can describe myself this very moment— I would liken myself to a criminal who has just hidden a body or is about to hide one.I mutter a silent prayer under my breath, count from one to ten, then I open the door but not wide enough for Mama to see who is inside.Mama stands at the other side of the door, still wearing the dress she was wearing to the Syndicate Court gathering and it dawns on me that while their little party had been going on, I had been in here with Luciano… making love?No.I won’t call it lovemaking. It was something else for sure, just not that.“Oh, darling.” Mama reaches for my face and I force myself not to flinch out of guilt. She looks so worried. “What happened to you? Why did you take so long to open the door? I have been looking everywhere for you.”With my grip on the door tightening as each second passes, I force a smile and muster the only words I can think of at the moment, “I’m fine, Mama.”She studies me