All Chapters of The Mafia Boss Is After My Life: Chapter 91 - Chapter 96

Ethan moved his finger slowly at first while watching her face, learning what made her gasp and moan. Then he went faster, and when he added a second finger, Jems dug her nails into his back, overwhelmed by the sensation. He worked her like that, his fingers thrusting in and out while his thumb rubbed her clit, until Jems was trembling and gasping, so close to something she'd never felt before."Are you okay?" Ethan asked, never taking his eyes off her face.Jems could only nod. It felt so good, better than she'd imagined and better than it had felt in her dream. When he finally pulled his fingers out, Jems almost whimpered at the loss. But then Ethan was kissing his way down her body again, trailing his lips over her stomach, her hips, and her thighs, until he was settled between her legs.His mouth was on her, and Jems moaned so loudly she was grateful they were in a mansion far from anyone else. Ethan used his tongue expertly, licking and sucking and driving her absolutely crazy. H

The black SUV pulled up to Don Emilio's mansion, tires crunching on the gravel driveway. Two of the masked men dragged Mira out of the vehicle. Her legs were shaking so badly she could barely stand, and they had to carry her up the front steps and through the ornate double doors.The interior of the mansion was exactly what Mira expected from a crime lord, expensive, ostentatious, and dripping with wealth that had been obtained through blood and suffering. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and priceless artwork on the walls. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once. They led her down a long hallway and stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. One of the men knocked twice."Come in," a voice called from inside.The door swung open, and Mira was pushed into what appeared to be a private office. And there, sitting behind an enormous mahogany desk with a glass of whiskey in his hand, was Don Emilio himself. He looked exactly like the monster from Jems' nightmares, with cold eyes, a c

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows of Ethan's mansion, painting everything in warm golden light. Jems woke up wrapped in Ethan's arms, feeling safer and more content than she had in months.They had breakfast together one last time, Christopher joining them with his usual stoic professionalism, though Jems noticed he seemed almost fond of them now, despite his complaints about their constant displays of affection."Thank you for everything," Jems said to the staff as they prepared to leave. "This weekend was absolutely perfect."Margaret smiled warmly. "It was our pleasure, Miss Jems. You're welcome back anytime."The drive home felt too short. Jems sat in the passenger seat of Ethan's car, their hands intertwined on the center console, neither of them wanting to let go."I don't want this to end," Jems said softly."It's not ending," Ethan assured her, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it gently. "This is just the beginning. We have all the time in the wo