Todos los capítulos de HER INSECURITY, MY TEMPTATION--MAFIA : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Araceli.A small, frustrated sound left me as I reached for the wax, pulling my hair back instead, smoothing it into a sleek ponytail. This time, when I looked at myself, something about it felt sharper… more intentional.I reached for the red lipstick next, my hand steady despite the way my heart kept beating faster in my chest. As I applied it slowly, carefully, I watched the way it changed my face, the way it added something bold and something confident—that covered the nervousness trying to creep in.“There…” I whispered to myself.Now I looked like someone who knew what she was doing.Even if I didn’t.I grabbed my black Louboutins, slipping one onto my foot quickly before balancing on one leg, hopping slightly as I tried to wear the other in a hurry, my movements rushed but full of restless excitement.He could walk in at any moment.And I needed to be ready.I stopped in front of the mirror, breathing in and out slowly as I turned slightly, taking in how the dress looked on me.

Matvei. I could feel my heart racing watching her feed me with her hands, fuck, the rhythm of it uneven in my chest, heavier than it should be. My eyes have been on her gorgeous face all night; I can't take it off her face, like something in me refused to let go. My eyes twitched a bit as I chewed her spaghetti… my jaw tightening slightly as the taste settled.This is one of the best fucking meals i have ever had, the flavor still lingering as I swallowed, i leaned on the couch further my gaze still on her face, watching how red her cheeks is, how her skin flushed deeper every second, her contagious smile i want to fucking see everyday of my hell life, carved into my days whether I deserve it or not.“What meal do you want me to prepare for you?” I asked, taking a pause after the words left my mouth, my brows pulling together slightly. Did I just fucking repeat myself?!.. My tongue pressed against the inside of my cheek. I don’t know why the heck I am even having this conversation, b

Araceli.My breath hitched as I felt a familiar strong hand wrap around my waist, pulling me tighter against his chest. I felt my whole being relax, a warm heat spreading through me at his touch, so I leaned in more, melting into his chest.Minutes—or maybe hours—passed, but it was just us in the room. The silence grew thicker with unsaid words, yet our thoughts kept running. I wondered what he was thinking about for so long… or maybe he just didn’t want to speak at this moment. Well… even I decided to stay quiet, letting everything wrap around me.I sucked in a breath as his palms started rubbing my waist slowly, sliding higher to my back and lower again to my waist. My skin grew hotter, yet my body felt warm, heavy under his touch. A tingling sensation spread through my chest… and I didn’t even know why my body reacted this way sometimes.“Moy ray v adu.” He hummed, his accent thick in his voice, his chest vibrating slightly against me.(My heaven in hell.)“I don’t understand,” I w

Matvei. My legs picked up pace, moving faster so I could get this over with and get back to her. I’m a respectful man, and I keep to time.Geal’s footsteps echoed behind me, steady against the concrete.My chest tightened at the fucking lie I had just told myself. Since when did I—a whole fucking mafia boss—reduce myself to this… pathetic, simping behavior?“Matvei.”I heard my name, low, almost cautious, but I didn’t stop. My mind was clouded with Araceli.Shit.I should have never let her hug me like that. The warmth of her body still lingered, stuck in my head like a stain I couldn’t scrub out.“Matvei.”A firm grip clamped around my arm, halting my steps. My muscles tensed instantly, fist curling as I turned, ready to beat the shit out of whoever touched me.I froze.Geal leaned back slightly, already expecting it.“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, lowering my hand. “What?”“You passed the room,” he said, watching me carefully.I cleared my throat, stepping back, signaling for

Araceli.“Strip for me, Araceli.” His voice was low, commanding, leaving no room for argument. I bit my lips, knowing I wouldn’t even argue if I could. I wanted this—his touch, the feeling of him, everything he wanted to do to me.My hands moved before I even realized it, trembling slightly as I unbuttoned the pajama shirt. Our gazes locked. His eyes flicked down at the buttons, then back to mine, his tongue gliding over his upper lip. One hand stayed in his pocket, the other resting lightly on the doorframe of the shower.My fingers quivered as I slid the shirt over my shoulders, my body shivering under the weight of his dark, intense gaze trailing over me. I could feel him studying me—the fullness of my chest, the way my skin reacted to him.We held each other’s eyes, and a shiver ran down my spine. His greenish eyes had darkened, his jaw clenched tight as if he were controlling some inner hunger, yet a devilish smile played at the corner of his lips.I bit my lips, trying to contro