All Chapters of Mafia Ruthless 2: Luciano's Forbidden Desire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* I'm convinced the Lord is punishing me for all my sins. There's no other explanation, none at all. And the gut wrenching part is that he's punishing everyone too for my mistakes. I associated with a man I shouldn't have, now the entire convent has to pay for it. We have a day left to pay up the money, and we have no funds to do so. It's a huge amount. Where on earth are we going to find such money? “It's a day left, Mother. What do we do?” Sister Maria voices out the exact thought in my head… in our heads. “We don't have such money. Are we going to live on the streets?” The twelve of us surround Mother Roselyn’s office, brainstorming like never before. The truth is—we have no idea what to do. This is a difficult situation for us. “You don't need to remind me about our lack of funds, Sister Maria. I am fully aware of that,” Mother Roselyn scolds her, a line drawing between her brows as the wrinkles around her face showed le

Chapter 63 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• I'm feeling fucking homicidal right now. I don't think I have ever needed to kill someone as much as I want to now. She doesn't want to give me a name, hint or something close enough. She's hiding the identity of whoever did this to her like the person still means a lot. I can't still get over the feeling that it might be an abusive lover, and yet, she decides to cover up for him. Slow, creeping jealousy burns in my belly, slowly rotting my insides. The possessiveness I feel towards her is as foreign as it is out of control. There's no reason I should be seeing red and nearly pawing at the ground like a raging bull at the thought that she's protecting another man from my fury. I'm going to end whoever it is. That's a promise. She hasn't moved yet, as she blinks back the tears in her eyes. I can tell she's still considering my offer but is still indecisive. I know I'm not leaving her here with the rain all by herself. If worse comes to

Chapter 65*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*I close my eyes, letting my thoughts drift to a memory I wish I can erase completely.I was thirteen again, barefoot on concrete floor, outside with my hands to my ears whenever I heard the thunderclap. Numerous voices fills my head, I can't decipher between them, and it sounds like they are actually close. Really close.I snap my eyes open, involuntarily, my fingers tighten around his jacket until my knuckles turn white. The fear I thought was gone keeps coming back when I close my eyes and remember.Luciano notices, because he slows down in the middle of nowhere and turns towards me.“Look at me, Elizabeth,” he demands when my eyes stay fixed everywhere but not on him. I do. The tears I've been struggling to hold back rolls down my cheeks as I stare up at him, waiting for him to reprimand me. He must think I'm some broken soul, and is probably regretting why he sneaked me out in the first place. “You're here… with me,” he tells me instea

Chapter 67 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• I grip her ass and hoist her up into my arms. Her legs part and wrap around me as her center presses against my throbbing cock. She is still kissing me while I return the kiss with the exact same fervour as I blindly kick the door open, walking us into the bedroom and almost sighing at the hindrance. I'm fucking trembling with excitement, hardly able to contain the elation I feel. Because, I've fucking lost it. When I asked her to close her eyes in the garden, the plan was to try to ease her fear in the most tolerable way possible, but when I got so close to her—I. Fucking. Lost. It. And when she said the words I didn't think was possible to hear from a nun, that did it. She’s like my own forbidden desire. One I shouldn't want, one I shouldn't look at twice. But I can't help it, neither can the hungry bastard between my legs. We both need her. My hands come back on her body, squeezing her curves tightly, still in some disbelief that

Chapter 69 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* The groan that leaves Luciano's lips as soon as I do feels me with absolute delight, and that's all the courage I need to keep going, the sound that tells me I'm doing it right. I'm pleasing him. “Fuck, Elizabeth,” he groans, his hand fisting in the sheets beside my head. “Good girl. Just like that.” I don't know how or when we switched positions to having him sit on the bed with me before him, all I know is I'm really nervous, but his words of encouragement push me to continue further. From the way his hands are clenched into fists, I don't think he's used to giving up control. He looks like he's restraining himself. “Take more, Angel,” he urges, and I can hear the restraint in his voice when I stroke him from tip to bottom with my tongue, shyly. I know he's trying to be gentle, but oddly that's not what I want right now. If this is going to be my first and last night with him, then I want the raw and unfiltered Luciano. He hisse