All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter Thirty One

Rosa yelped, the sound muffled by the pillow. The shock of the sting radiated through her. Before the heat could fade, another blow landed, then another—rhythmic, heavy-handed, and deliberate.Her cries slowly turned into breathless moans as the pain melted into something hot and dizzying, sending a wave of wet heat through her core. Her legs shuddered when he trailed a finger through her folds.“Fuck, baby… you’re enjoying this, huh?” he chuckled darkly.He slid a finger inside her, pumping a few slow strokes before pulling back. Then he leaned over her, his sweat-dampened chest pressing against her burning back.“You’re leaking for me, Rosie," he rasped, his hand still slipping between her thighs, gathering the slick proof of her response on his fingers.Rosa could only sigh breathlessly, her forehead pressed into the pillow, finally—utterly—focused on him, on every touch, every faint movement he made.“I want all your focus only on me,” he commanded, his palm connecting again, leav

Chapter Thirty Two

Luciano’s hand shot out instantly, and he grabbed her handcuffed wrists with one of his hands, pinning them against the headboard to stop her from bruising herself further. He leaned in, his dark blue eyes fixed on hers as he granted her wish, catching her nipple between his teeth and biting down even harder. A jagged, high-pitched cry tore from her throat, her body jolting as he turned the pain into something electric and absolute.She was burning, craving the pain as much as the pleasure. When he finally pulled away, his chest heaving, he looked down at her tear-smudged eyes—red-rimmed and clouded with raw, unchecked desire. He didn't say a word; he simply crushed his mouth against her parted lips, catching the ragged pants that escaped her. His tongue thrust deep, meeting hers halfway in a kiss that was as desperate and bruising as the rest of him. He tasted of whiskey and smoke, and the addictive mix set her senses on fire, leaving her body aching for more.At that moment, they wer

Chapter Thirty Three

The next morning, Rosa woke up in Luciano’s arms, his hands still gripping her breasts as if they were his favorite thing to hold even in sleep. The intimacy of it made her feel awkward and unsettled.She hadn’t planned to stay the night. She had meant to leave once he was done. But he hadn’t been done until she was so exhausted her body felt like it had melted into the sheets. She had fallen asleep without even realizing it—right there in his arms.Carefully, she untangled herself from him. He stirred once, nuzzled into the pillow, then settled onto his stomach, his face still turned toward her.That ruthless devil looked almost beautiful in sleep. Calm. Peaceful. Irresistible gorgeous.Rosa shook her head with a quiet, pained sigh. Who would ever guess, just by looking at him now, that this was the same man who had ruined her life—destroyed everything she had ever dreamed of? A stable home. A happy family.She needed to remember that. Always. Especially when she started to feel weak

Chapter Thirty Four

“We thought Luciano disposed of you like garbage and had you shipped out of the country,” Vittoria said, her lips curling with cruel satisfaction. “We never expected to see you again.”It was deliberate. A knife twisted into old wounds.“So how did you crawl back into Rome?” Chiara added in a mockingly sweet tone. “Does your ex-husband know you’re here?”Rosa forced a smile, even as her stomach tightened.These women had always been cruel. And now, with nothing left to lose, they would never leave her alone.So she simply replied, “None of your business, Auntie."Then she turned to Chiara with sudden interest. “Why aren’t you married yet, dear cousin?” Her gaze dropped deliberately to Chiara’s bare hand. No wedding ring! “Last I remember, you were engaged to the Moretti heir five years ago.”Chiara’s eyes narrowed. “I deserved better than him. He wasn’t even close to my standards, so I dumped him.”“Yeah, sure. You dumped him,” Rosa chuckled softly, pure mockery in her tone.She had he

Chapter Thirty Five

Rosa’s eyes widened in shock as she watched her mafia ex-husband approach, his gaze still hooded with sleep…and something darker, something wanting. He was dressed casually now—a black polo and beige pants—but even like this, he exuded danger.He stopped beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tucking her close in a possessive embrace. He pressed a long, lingering kiss to her cheek, then his gaze fell on the deep purplish-red mark he’d left there last night. His thumb brushed over it, and a slow, dark satisfaction washed through him.Leaning closer, he murmured in that low, husky voice that always made her pulse quicken, “Baby… you left the bed without wishing me good morning, hmm?”Rosa almost rolled her eyes at the shocking pretense of affection. She tried to pull away, but he only furrowed his brow in amusement, swirling his eyes over hers while tightening his hold just enough to make her pause.Every face in the lobby twisted in shock the moment Luciano pulled Rosa in

Chapter Thirty Six

Everyone in the hotel lobby seemed to be watching—the comings and goings, the whispers—but he didn’t care.“Now you have a problem with my touch?” he breathed, amusement lacing his voice. Then it dropped—rough, raspy. “Funny… last night, you didn’t seem to mind when I was inside you, screaming my name, begging me not to stop.”Her jaw clenched at his shameless audacity. He was bringing this up while they were standing right there, in front of half the hotel lobby. Even though she tried to hide it, her face burned crimson at the memory of last night’s passion.“What do you want to hear, Mr. Mancini?” she shot back sarcastically, her narrowed eyes flashing with irritation—and for some reason, that only seemed to please him. Rosa burned inside at the thought that he enjoyed getting under her skin. “That you’re very good in bed, huh?”“No. I don’t need to hear it.” He leaned closer, his voice turning huskier. “Because I already know I’m great in bed. No one’s ever complained.”Rosa let ou

Chapter Thirty Seven

Rosa didn’t know that the hotel’s internet service had already been blocked on all devices. No one could upload the videos they had taken on any site or send them to anyone. Soon after, the guards themselves respectfully collected everyone’s phones. Every person present was an elite guest of the hotel, but they all knew whose order this was—and that it belonged to Luciano Mancini. No one dared to oppose. The guards checked each phone carefully, deleting any photos or videos of their boss.“Mr. Mancini, I’m sure you have a busy day ahead, so I should go,” Rosa said, choosing her words carefully, deliberately trying to put some distance between them.Luciano’s mood turned sour at her indifference—the absence of warmth, the way she kept trying to slip away from him as if his touch repulsed her. This time, he released her from the protective circle of his arms.Rosa turned away quickly, not even pausing for a goodbye or any formality, and rushed toward the exit. Luciano also didn’t say a

Chapter Thirty Eight

Lucy suppressed a smile as Rosa’s stomach growled in response. Rosa rubbed her empty stomach and pouted, her cheeks flushed, and Lucy giggled, shaking her head at her friend’s innocent playfulness.“I grabbed some bread on my way home,” Lucy shrugged, sounding excited—as if they were having a luxury breakfast. Rosa smiled brightly.“You’re the best.” She truly was grateful. Rosa was starving and had no strength left to cook after… after last night.“Go change and freshen up. I’ll make the coffee,” Lucy insisted, and Rosa disappeared into the bathroom.When she came out, Lucy had set two cups on the small table. The bread slices and coffee were laid out neatly. Lucy sat on one stool, Rosa on the othe

Chapter Thirty Nine

“Rosa, I know it’s not much, but I want to help,” Lucy said with genuine care.Rosa shook her head. “No, Lucy. You’re living here alone, far away from your family, working so hard just to support them.”Lucy smiled softly. “You’re also my family now, Rosa.”Rosa’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. Family. She had no one left to call her own except Renzo. And now Lucy too. Lucy had proven, in every way, that bonds of the heart could be stronger than blood.But Rosa also knew the truth about Lucy’s life. Lucy was the eldest daughter of a poor family from the countryside. Her parents had sent her to the city only because she was the brightest among her siblings—their one hope for a better future. And Lucy had carried that burden without complaint, sending most of her earnings back home every month.Her younger sisters were getting married one by one. Her brother was close to finishing his graduation. Everyone’s future was being carefully planned—except Lucy’s.No one ever spoke about h

Chapter Forty

“What?” Rosa choked on her own saliva. “No—that’s not possible.”“But I’m sure of it,” Lucy insisted. “And remember, I told you before—he’s into you.”“Shut up. You and your imagination.” Rosa shook her head, half-laughing.She could never believe he liked her. But… Then why would he offer such a huge amount of money?Maybe he pitied her.“He’s a successful surgeon,” Rosa said with a shrug. “And I’m just… a nobody. There’s no way he’d like me when he could have any woman he wants.”Lucy sighed in disappointment. “Rosa, you were giving me advice a few minutes ago. Now listen to mine. If life gives you a second chance, don’t miss it. Dr. DeLuca is the best future the heavens could give you. Take it. Don’t let him go.”Rosa’s face fell at the weight of those words. She shook her head, still confused.“Lucy, I have more important things to worry about than him. I don’t want him—or any man. My son comes first.” Her voice hardened, firm and unyielding.Lucy nodded in understanding. Rosa was

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