บททั้งหมดของ Contract with the Cold-Hearted Mafia Boss: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Lena's POVI moved, every gesture calculated for him. The silk scarf made a distinct whisper as it slowly, slowly slithered across my bare shoulders. I let it pool in the hollows of my collarbone before letting it slide lower, just enough to graze the tips of my breasts.“Can you hear this?” I asked softly.His breathing quickened immediately.I reached for the small crystal bell Lilith had provided, letting it chime softly as I moved it along the curves of my waist.“Such beautiful sounds,” he murmured. “What are you doing to yourself?”“Touching,” I breathed. “Touching everywhere you wish you could touch me.”I picked up the feather next, dragging it slowly, across my inner thigh. “Can you imagine how soft this feels? How it makes me ache for something harder, something rougher?”My fingers found the silk ribbon, and I pulled it taut between my hands before letting it snap. The sharp sound made him jolt forward in his chair.“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I commanded. “Tell me exac

Lena's POVI forced myself to meet his gaze steadily, though my heart was hammering against my ribs."I suppose it would be scandalous, If such a thing were true. But mistaken identity happens all the time, doesn't it?""Indeed it does." He leaned back in his chair. "People see what they expect to see, especially in dim lighting."The sound of Isabella's footsteps approaching saved me from having to respond. She returned to the dining room with a bright smile, completely oblivious to the tension that had filled the space in her absence."I was just telling Lena about your massage therapist, Luca," she said, settling back into her chair. "The one who helped with my shoulder pain last month.""Ah yes, Helena. She's quite talented." Luca's attention shifted to Isabella. "Actually, I was hoping to convince you to let her work on those knots in your neck again. She's available this afternoon.""That sounds wonderful," Isabella said. "Lena, you should join us. Prenatal massage can be so ben

Luca's POVI checked my watch for the third time in five minutes. The appointment should be wrapping up soon, and then I'd finally have the ammunition I needed.Sitting in the hospital's VIP waiting area, I let my mind wander back to childhood memories. The Corleone branch of the family had never been particularly prominent. We were distant cousins at best, surviving on the scraps of more powerful bloodlines. But my father had been Isabella's brother, and that connection had been our salvation.Aunt Isabella had always been generous with her affection and her purse. When I was eight and my father couldn't afford proper school shoes, she'd bought me Italian leather ones that made the other boys jealous. When I was sixteen and wanted to impress a girl, she'd lent me money for a decent car. Every birthday, every Christmas, every minor achievement, Isabella was there with gifts and praise.The Venturi estate had felt like a second home during those years. I'd spent countless summers runni

Lena's POVI shifted in my seat, my knees spreading as I settled into a more open, vulnerable position. My hands traced along my collarbone, down my arms. Even with the gag preventing coherent speech, I could make soft moans, letting him hear my response to each touch.I arched my back against the leather seat, my breathing becoming more audible as I followed the routine Lilith had drilled into me.My fingers cupped my breasts, stroking and kneading them, creating the kind of visual stimulation that could affect him even when physical response wasn't possible. I let my head fall back, soft gasps escaping around the gag as I reached between my thighs. My fingers found my clitoris, and I began to rub, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. I made sure my legs were wide enough for him to see everything if he chose to look."You learned well," his voice neutral.I continued, pushing myself to the edge of control while maintaining the performance, letting him see and hear everythin

Lena's POVThe elevator to Salvatore's penthouse seemed to climb forever. I shifted uncomfortably, hyperaware of the devices Lilith had provided now concealed beneath my black evening dress. The discreet vibrator pressed against my most sensitive areas, currently silent but serving as a constant reminder of what I'd agreed to.When the doors opened, Salvatore was waiting in the foyer, impeccable in a black tuxedo. His dark eyes swept over me appraisingly, and I wondered if he could somehow tell what I was wearing underneath the elegant facade."Punctual," he observed. "I appreciate that quality.""You said to bring what we discussed," I said quietly, my cheeks warming."Indeed. The contract is on my desk. Shall we?"His study was dimly lit, papers spread across the mahogany surface. The contract was several pages long, written in precise legal language that outlined every detail of our arrangement.I picked up the fountain pen he offered, scanning the terms one final time. Everything