Semua Bab THE MAFIA'S CHRONICLES: the Dead wife's revenge. : Bab 21 - Bab 30

A smirk curled his lips. Fast and swift, he stabbed the needle into her thigh. She jerked at the sudden pain, her face contorting and eyes squeezed shut. He pressed the syringe, and the serum flowed into her. “Okay,” he muttered, pulling the needle out. Aria flinched as a fresh tear glided down. “Time to wait,” he said. He stood up and, with two steps, sat back down in the chair in front of her.Legs crossed, he pulled out a pocketknife. He twirled it on his finger, focused as he waited for the serum to take effect.For the next four minutes, the room dropped into a steel silence. Aria stared blankly, the soft beat of her own heart the only noise. The fresh air gushing in from the window cooled her nostrils, clearing the smell of blood from them. Her gaze shifted to the window leading to the balcony. She blinked and gulped hard. Her body felt different; every cell was burning. Her nipples suddenly hardened, pushing against the fabric of her bra as if seeking attention. She shuddered a

Those words from her tweaked something in him. His eyes darkened, and a smirk lurched on his face as he buried his tongue in her. Aria buckled her hips forward, biting her lips while Dante’s tongue moved inside her, teasing her inner walls. Her back arched off the sheet. “Yeah….. Dan…te,” she stammered in between moans, her thighs tense and muscles coiled.His lips moved in circles inside her, languid and deliberate, testing every inch of her he could get to. A slight moan escaped his lips, and a sudden electric vibration spread across her body. Her hips bucked, her legs quivering, and she clenched the sheet until her eyes vanished to the back of her head. His tongue increased its pace viciously, the tip moving rapidly in a vibrating motion.An involuntary shudder ran through her body, her hips swaying, wanting more of his tongue. “Holy fuck!” A sharp yelp escaped her lips as she popped up on one shoulder. One hand reached for him, clenching a fistful of his hair and pushing him deepe

Aria Rays of morning sunlight brightened the room through the balcony door. The tinkling sound of birds mixed with the humming wind was the only noise invading the space. Meanwhile, downstairs, Dante’s housemaids had begun moving plates and setting the dining table for breakfast.Back upstairs, Aria was still sleeping, curled on the floor at the edge of the room. Her petite figure was folded like a sandwich, knees glued to her bare chest and hands wrapped around them. The sweaty, discarded bedsheets still engulfed her nakedness. Her face was anything but peaceful; dark circles sat beneath her eyes and a faint, dry tear track glistened down her cheek—a testament that she had cried herself to sleep.Was she doomed? Was this how the daughter of Lorenzo D’Amore was going to live the rest of her life—as Dante's whore? It was clear, and she knew it. He would toy with her until she was broken to the core.Aria’s eyelids moved, though her eyes remained shut. Her brain reminisced over the ma

Each step she took weighed on her; each step was like a ticking bomb. Them being here was a no-go. Dante turned with a smirk. He stared; they all stared—Alessio, Enrico, Matteo, and Victor.Her skin crawled at their gaze. Her heart thudded. Her gaze fell to her feet as they descended the stairs, the maid locked onto her, supporting her every step. They took the last step. “It’s up to you. It’s all in your hands,” the maid whispered in her ear. Aria blinked, her insides quivering at the woman's words.The maid led her to the living room where they were all seated. “Did you miss me?” Dante asked. He stood up, his smirk still on, and strode toward her. The others watched, their faces a portrait of children awaiting their favorite TV show. Dante stopped in front of her. His hand moved to his button and undid it. Her heart raced at his proximity. She stood with eyes down, avoiding his gaze, hands glued together at her belly, her dress hanging just at her thigh.Hand stretched, his smirk ri

Aria Ten minutes later.Dry and painful, he thrusted deeper into her asshole and growled.He held a fist clenched full of her hair, keeping her perfectly firm as he kept going.Each thrust earned a scream—guttural screams that echoed in the room.Her breasts bounced back and forth as her face was pressed to the glass.Her hands were anchored against it. Ass to him. One hand of his was glued to her hips.His force shook the glass. Her face tilted against it, catching glimpses of him from the side of her eye as he held her.Tears rolled down. Dante’s hold tightened, his grip on her hair painful.His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, keeping her firmly bent over.At his mercy, every thrust stretched her. She cried, her screams leaving a fog on the glass.He kept going. Brutal. Relentless. Her screams were like cheering to him.A tingling sensation ignited in his balls. “Fuck,” he snarled.He pulled out. Aria sighed in relief, panting, her eyes red.She felt her asshole relax. The