บททั้งหมดของ Mafia Ruthless 2: Luciano's Forbidden Desire: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Chapter 30 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• Our club— ‘The Night Trap’ has been buzzing with a lot of people lately. I guess everyone is suddenly going through a rough patch, and just wants to… cool off. It's situated at where one would describe as an unassuming location—rather unsuspecting, away from prying cops who love to stick their noses in our business. One would never guess there's a kinky sex club off this quiet, dark street. That's how we wanted it to be, that's why it's called ‘The Night Trap.’ The club lures you in without you even realizing it. Nevertheless, I'm here tonight for a completely different reason. I'm here to get answers or perhaps, ask questions. I walk in first. The atmosphere shifts when most men recognize us. Their eyes settle on me for a while before straying to an unbothered Marco who's got a lazy grin on his face. He's chewing gum like we just walked into a café and not a damn sex club. If he notices their burning stares, he doesn't show it. Becau

Chapter 32••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••“This better be good,” I tell him, as I slammed the door shut behind me.“The—”BANG!It’s a gunshot. We both turn at the same time towards the direction where the sound came from.“That's what I wanted to tell you about. The cops are here,” Marco says when I return my gaze back to him.The cops?Why would the…Then my thoughts stray to what Elizabeth told me earlier. They're digging in on Philip's death.I've got to settle this once and for all. If I act normal and unbothered, they won't find anything to hold on to.No one knows anything about that night except Elizabeth.So it's a win.“If the cops are here, then it has got to be something serious,” he adds, as we walk side by side to go see them.“We’ll just have to find out.”Agent Camille straightens up when she sees Marco and I walk into the room.I would rather be somewhere else.Those uniforms, badges, and anything else related to this people really gets under my skin.If I had my way

Chapter 34 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• A nun in a club. Who knew that day would come? I've seen so many things that might have kept me in awe, but this… this one is at the peak of it. There's silence between us as I let my eyes drag all over her—desire and anger blending into one. She's still standing where she shouldn't be. In my world. I can't believe she came all the way here just to let me know the cops were onto me. She could have chosen to let it slide, owing to the fact that I'm everything they preach against in her Sunday Service, Mass or whatever those are called. Elizabeth really shouldn't have. If she knows that the thoughts I have for her are nothing but impure thoughts set to ruin her completely, to make her into a sinner just like me, to teach her how to sin without ever feeling guilty about it—she would run. Run as fast as her legs can carry her. The more she gets into my space, that's the more my obsession for her grows into something I can't control.

Chapter 36 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• I'm fucked. Really fucked. I had no idea that the nun I am so fucking attracted to would be the death of me. She's a real tease in every sense of the word. I noticed how she looked through the window at the woman getting fucked, noticed how she reacted to them. She's still fascinated by the whole process. And it makes me realize how much of a delight it would be to ruin her completely. There's no running now. She asked for this. She's still in that little red dress of hers that leaves a lot to the imagination—with her huge tits nearly spilling out of the dress. “Sit, Elizabeth,” I rasp, barely concealing how turned on I am with her innocence. Elizabeth eyes the bed warily like she would be swallowed the moment she sits down on it. She curled her fingers into her dress, taking a deep breath before settling onto the bed. “What now?” She gives me a questioning gaze, her eyes darting around the room. She wants to know what's next. I

Chapter 38 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* I snap my eyes open, taking out my fingers hastily. When I lift my eyes to look at Luciano, he's staring at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes—a knowing look like he finally suceeded in something. Quickly, I raise the blanket to cover up my exposed body, my heart pounding with fear, excitement, worry and so many other feelings all blending together. Goodness gracious—what have I done? This was what I wanted, wasn't it? To feel what pleasure was one last time before I end all this madness with him and focus on being the dutiful Sister, embracing the fact that I'm a soon to be bride of Christ. Then why do I feel like this isn't something I can just go back from? Why do I feel like with the way he's looking at me, he is not going to take my no for an answer? My mind races with unanswered questions as I try to move a bit, and the slight ache between my thighs tells me I didn't imagine any of this. I have to go. “Elizabe