All Chapters of The Kingpin's Witch Bride : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Quinn It was Saturday morning, just less than twenty-four hours since I got back from the hospital. And I was getting married in less than two hours. So they said. I sat very still in the plush leather chair, considering every possible option that involved getting the hell away from here. However, I was mesmerized and terrified all at once by the reflection that stared back at me. No matter the chaos that roared in my head, one word stood out. Beautiful. It was the first time I was really looking at the reflection of the woman I had become. And I was undoubtedly wowed. Swept right off my feet. Samira had been right when she called Lilith Montclair the most beautiful woman in Chicago. My real body could not come close. She had the most beautiful cat eyes, with long thick lashes that fluttered beautifully with every tiny movement. A lips that stole attention without effort, full and round at the bottom and just right and perky at the top. It's no wonder Luciano's eyes

Quinn There was something about watching a man die right in front of your eyes. Your blood run cold, and you tremble uncontrollably. And there's a loud ringing in your ears. And people scramble helter-skelter, falling over themselves. But the murderer stands there staring down at his masterpiece with a perfectly calm expression, with all that blood and dangerous, suffocating aura. This murderer had just become my husband today. What was to become of me? Did he probably do this for a living? I know he's a Mafia boss and all, but surely, they don't all go around killing people like this…? Slashing their throats with sharp, demon-like, smoking claws? Just, who was this man? Did he get off seeing people drown in their own blood? Somewhere in the distance, my murderer-husband’s voice penetrated the ringing in my ears. “Vale, lock the fucking chapel gates. No one leaves here. We have to take this memory from them, or it's fucking chaos soon.” Take the memory? Would he shove his

Luciano “Get in the car, Lilith. Now.”She stared at me with eyes that flamed like coals, her lips set in a grim line. Her arms were crossed over those full breasts that never failed to catch my attention, creamy, fair skin spilled out seductively in the lace bodice that accentuated her eyes. Fuck. Standing here with her any longer, was a risk. All I thought about was taking her right on these floors. Fucking her senseless until looked at me with awe and adoration, lips parted in pleasure. Mind-numbing reverence.Images from earlier that evening replayed in my head stubbornly. Watching her attempt to touch herself and visibly fighting the urge, trembling, had driven me insane. Those images still drove me insane. It was too innocently erotic. Her body begged for release. And heaven help me, I might just give her more than that. The desire to touch her was almost unbearable. I had to keep my distance. If I touched her, I might just wreck that beautiful body and soul. And that's why I

AdrienMy eyes stayed on the pretty blonde for a long time, they began to hurt. Something warm and fuzzy brewed in my chest. I couldn't tell if it was irritation or admiration. I just knew I've been watching her since she made an escape from Luciano's villa and took a cab down to the trendy bar in the heart of Chicago. Taking my eyes off her became an impossible thing to do. She exuded such radiance, and she wasn't even trying. Her escape had been so sloppy that the bunch of brawny henchmen immediately spotted her trying to climb over one of the fences surrounding the house, and chased after her. But I hypnotized them into a deep sleep before they could get to her. She had no idea, however. I tried to be as quiet as possible in my executions. I wanted to watch her a little while longer, without being found out. What did she think she was doing, anyway? Quinn Parker might be forgetting already. She was no longer the girl from the slums. She was Lilith Montclair now. And it was high

Luciano My fingers fisted in the ginger curls as I shoved my cock into the pepper-red-painted, pretty mouth. “That's it. Open your mouth and take it. All of it.”“Yes, daddy,” she blobbed around my throbbing cock. “Give me more. Mmm, yes.”I yanked her head up to meet her eyes, grabbing her jaw, and maintaining my rough thrusts. “I'm not your fucking daddy. And shut the fuck up. The only thing I wanna hear out of your mouth are those dirty noises you make deep in your throat. Those are better.”She nodded obediently, her eyes watering as I hit the back of her throat with a thick push, saliva dripping from the corners of her lips as she gorged on my cock. My movements were rough and hard, she might just get off with a bruised lip. I tried to imagine I was role-playing, but I just knew somewhere deep down, that I was fucking around. I seemed bewitched by that Quinn girl, seeing as I'd requested for every girl in town that had even the tiniest bit of resemblance to her. It could be th