Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

In The MeanwhileReid closed the door and stepped toward Laura, who stood there still in her lingerie, making no effort to cover herself. She kept glaring at Reid, and he didn't avert his eyes. Reid simply moved forward, picked up her trench coat from the floor, and draped it over her shoulders, pulling the sides together to cover her completely."Cut the act, Reid," she snapped, shoving his hands away and gripping the coat tightly herself.Reid wasn't stunned, nor did he flinch. He remained perfectly calm, staring at her with an unexpected tenderness."You must be very happy to see me humiliated, right?" she snapped.He shook his head with a sigh. "Laura, how many times have I warned you that Luciano doesn't care for you? You won't be happy with him. Why do you keep clinging to him?""No, he loves me. He has always loved me," she insisted, her voice sharp with a desperate kind of certainty. "I was his first, Reid. Before me, he never committed to anyone. I only made one mistake—I let

Rosa’s mouth fell open at the sheer audacity of his proposal. Her face flushed a deep crimson, and she scowled with a mix of shock and disgust."You're insane," she breathed, her eyes wide as she took a step back from his overwhelming presence."You know I am," he shockingly admitted. He leaned closer, the scent of his expensive cologne and cold steel surrounding her. His voice dropped to a husky whisper against her ear. "Only for you. And I can do anything you want."Rosa blinked at him, her heart skipping a beat. Seeing the cold, ruthless Italian Don flirting with her was rare, and it always left her reeling. Most of the time, he was a man of demands, forcing her to bend according to his will and ordering her around. The chime of the doorbell shattered the

Luciano’s eyes remained fixed on her, wide with surprise, his lips parting slightly as if he were in a trance. He watched, mesmerized, as she carelessly tossed her sling bag onto the sofa and slid her hands up to lock behind his neck. When her lips finally landed on his, kissing him softly, he let out a jagged breath. His eyes drifted shut in sheer pleasure; he had been dying to kiss her, and here she was, finally granting his wish.But her taking the initiative was new, and the novelty of it fueled his hunger. He deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking hers, but before he could lose himself in the moment, Rosa pulled away. Her face was no longer soft; it was twisted with sudden annoyance.“What’s wrong?” he breathed, his voice thick with interrupted desire.Rosa frowned, her nose wrinkling in distaste. “Her smell,” she grunted. “Laura’s perfume is all over you. It disgusts me.”She shoved at his chest, trying to untangle his arms from her waist, but Luciano held fast. He wasn't about to

With a sudden, violent movement, his hands clamped onto her waist. He spun her around before she could blink, slamming her front-first against the cool, wet tile of the shower wall. Rosa gasped as she was pressed between the stone and the towering heat of his body.He didn't wait. Luciano reached down, his fingers hooking into the hem of her black pencil skirt and shoving the fabric up to her waist. His hand flattened against her through the thin lace of her panties, rubbing her ruthlessly. She writhed against his touch, her back arched as his massive chest pressed into her spine, pinning her forward. Her cheek grazed the cool, wet tiles of the shower wall.“Dio, piccola... you’re so wet for me,” he hissed against her ear, his breath scorching her skin despite the water.Though her clothes were damp from the shower, he could feel the difference. This stickiness, this frantic heat blooming between her thighs, wasn't from the water—it was all for him.With a swift, dominant force, Lucian

"Hey, Renzo, don't hit the whole box at once, alright? And you listen to your mommy," Luca said.He didn't backtrack. He didn't claim his tongue slipped or offer a clumsy apology. He let the words "our son" hang in the air between them like a promise he was finally ready to keep."Okay, Uncle," Renzo chirped, uncharacteristically obedient.Lucy looked at the boy, then back at Luca, shaking her head in disbelief. "Since when do you listen on the first try?" she teased, though her voice was still a little thin from the shock.Luca caught her eye and didn't let go. "Maybe he just likes me."A deep crimson blush crept up Lucy’s neck at the low, sensual tone he used. It felt too intimate for a grocery aisle. Luca cleared his throat, suddenly mindful of the four-year-old watching them, and quickly shifted gears. He took the handle of the cart from Lucy’s hand and reached for Renzo’s, taking charge of the stroll."Anything else we need?" he asked, his voice returning to a more practical level