Todos los capítulos de THE MAFIA'S PRICE: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

My body still hummed with the echoes of what we'd done, every muscle trembling on the thick rug beneath me. The firelight danced across my sweat-slicked skin, highlighting the bruises his fingers had left on my hips, the faint red marks where his teeth had grazed my throat. I lay there, chest heaving, staring up at the ornate ceiling as if it held answers to the storm raging inside me. Rage boiled hot and fierce, rage at my father for selling me like chattel, rage at Dante for taking what wasn't freely given, and rage at myself for the treacherous heat that had uncoiled in my core, betraying me even as I fought him.He pulled out of me slowly, deliberately, his gaze locked on mine the entire time. Those dark eyes held a possessive gleam that made my stomach twist, a promise that this wasn't over, that I was his now in ways I couldn't yet comprehend. He released me fully then, rising with that predatory grace of his, leaving me sprawled and exposed. The cool air kissed my over

I followed Dante into the dimly lit training room, the air heavy with the sharp tang of gun oil and the faint musk of sweat from men who lived on the edge. His soldiers hardened faces etched with scars and eyes that had seen too much, snapped to attention the moment he entered. He surveyed them slowly, his gaze cutting through the room like a blade, assessing their readiness, the depth of their loyalty. It was palpable, that devotion, a silent force that bound them to him."The coming days will demand everything from you," he said, his voice low and commanding, echoing off the concrete walls with an authority that left no room for doubt. "There will be action. Prepare for it. No one goes home until the job is done." He let the words settle, heavy with the promise of violence and victory, the kind of reward that came in blood or power. His men nodded, faces grim and resolute, ready to follow him into hell if he asked. I stood slightly behind him, watching it all, feeling the shift in t

My eyes flickered from the glowing monitor to Dante, a new understanding dawning on me. The screen's soft blue light bathed the dimly lit operations room, casting shadows that danced across maps and encrypted files scattered on the desk. My heart raced with the thrill of discovery, pieces of the puzzle snapping into place."Dante," I began, my voice low and intense, "his mother. She's still alive. He's been quietly funneling money into a private care facility, one that does not show up on public registries. It's expensive. Extremely expensive. And the Ivanovs are footing the bill." My fingers continued to dance across the keyboard, pulling up blurred images of the facility, a discreet sprawling complex nestled in the hills outside the city. The photos revealed high walls, private security, and lush grounds that screamed untouchable luxury, a gilded cage for the vulnerable."This is not just about a gambling debt. It's a lifeline. They've secured his loyalty by threatening the very per

My body still thrummed with the echoes of bliss as I turned in his arms, a wicked smile pulling at my lips. I sank slowly to my knees before him, the plush carpet soft against my skin. My gaze lifted, and there he was, hard again, impossibly so soon, his cock thick and veined, throbbing with raw need, the broad tip glistening with pre-cum that caught the dim light. Heat flooded me anew at the sight, a fresh ache blooming between my thighs. I wrapped my fingers around his impressive length, the heat of him searing my palm as I stroked firmly from base to tip, feeling him twitch under my touch.Leaning in, I tasted him, and myself, on that slick head. My tongue flicked out, swirling around the sensitive crown, savoring the salty bead of his arousal mingled with the faint, lingering trace of whiskey on his skin. The flavor was intoxicating, a reminder of everything we'd already done. I took him deeper into my mouth, my lips stretching wide around his girth as I bobbed slowly at first, te

Dante rose from the table, the remnants of their shared meal fading into a memory of quiet understanding. He moved towards her, his steps deliberate, his gaze softening as it met hers. He leaned down, not with his usual intensity, but with a deep, soul-stirring tenderness, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that spoke volumes, a silent promise of protection, of passion, and of a future built not on obligation, but on choice. It sent a shiver down her spine, a toe-curling affirmation of their complicated bond, before he finally turned, his departure as swift and decisive as his arrival had been weeks prior, leaving her alone in the quiet expanse of the penthouse. Alessia watched him go, a strange mix of relief and longing swirling within her. The opulent room felt vast and empty without his presence, yet filled with the echo of his touch, the ghost of his scent. She retreated to her own room, the plush carpet muffling her footsteps, and sank onto the edge of her grand bed. Her father. T