All Chapters of HER INSECURITY, MY TEMPTATION--MAFIA : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Araceli.My eyes widened as he tugged my head back, pulling me off his dick—only to push me forward again a second later, forcing me deeper onto him. A deep groan escaped his lips.I gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat, the sudden stretch making my eyes sting. His lips curled into a slow smile at the sound, as he fucking enjoyed it.My hands flew to his waist, gripping him tightly for support as he pushed deeper, taking more of himself into my mouth until I felt filled, his length pressing deep in my throat.The room felt hotter by the minute.My eyes watered, blurring my vision, but I could still see him—his gaze darker, heavier, filled with raw lust.He started moving me.Pushing… then pulling… guiding my head with a firm grip in my hair.I squeezed his waist harder, my lips stretched around him as I sucked, gagging again when he pushed all the way in.My pussy clenched hard at the feeling—at the control, at the way he used me.When he pulled out slightly, only to thrust de

Araceli.I swallowed slowly, my chest tightening because it suddenly felt like I had asked the wrong question… something I wasn’t supposed to ask. The water rinsed down my body, washing away the foam as he stepped back, his eyes trailing over me again, slow and quiet, like he was thinking about something I couldn’t see.My eyes blinked repeatedly as water dripped down my lashes, my toes curling and scratching lightly against the tiled floor, nervousness creeping into my skin as I tried to figure out what was going on in his head.He stepped closer again, his arm reaching past me, but I was too focused on his face—on that tight jaw—to even notice where he got the shampoo from. The scent reached me first—coconut and vanilla, soft and sweet, so different from him—and before I could even process it, he was already pouring it into his palm and working it into my hair.His fingers moved slowly, scratching gently against my scalp, careful, almost soothing, and my eyes fluttered shut as a sof

Araceli.Two days have passed since we came to Italy.It’s a beautiful place… I mean, the place we’re staying is a glasshouse, surrounded and fully guarded by armed men. It feels… unreal.But also… suffocating.All I do is sit on the balcony, watching the environment stretch endlessly in front of me—the quiet roads, the distant trees, the occasional movement of guards patrolling the gates. After that, I go back inside and play games on my phone… just waiting for Matvei.He has been busy lately.I haven’t even seen him for the past two days. He leaves too early and comes back very late. Most times, I end up falling asleep on the balcony while waiting for him, my eyes fixed on the gate, hoping to catch a glimpse of his car driving in at any moment…But he never does.And I always fall asleep there.The only thing that makes me know he actually comes back is the way I wake up in the room—tucked into bed, properly covered, changed into one of his shirts.That… always makes my chest feel w

Araceli.He shifted uncomfortably. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’ll need to call him to confirm.”I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry, my heart thumping louder in my chest. Fear curled tight in my stomach. If Matvei picked that call… I would be in so much trouble. How was I even going to explain everything I just did?The bodyguard pulled his phone out of his pocket, taking my silence as permission.No… I should stop him.But how?My fingers twitched slightly against my bag as I stood there, frozen. I shut my eyes tightly for a second, trying to push away the images forming in my head—Matvei’s face, his voice, the kind of punishment he could give me.“I can’t reach him, ma’am.”My eyes snapped open.He was already typing again, his thumb moving across the screen, trying the number once more.What if it goes through this time?“When he picks the call, pass it to me,” I said quickly, my voice coming out a little higher than usual. I cleared my throat, trying to steady it. “So I can tell him

Matvei.I’m doomed.I’m fucking doomed.I promised myself I wouldn’t let a woman get close to me. I just needed an arm candy to spite my father—not a woman who takes my fucking attention like this. I act like a damn simp around her, watching myself do things I’m not supposed to do.My body feels warm just from her touch. My eyes can’t stay off her curves every fucking time she’s near. She’s a walking temptation—my mind keeps replaying images of her bare body, the stretch marks on her round ass like waves I can’t stop staring at.If she ever told me to get on my knees just to see her properly… fuck, I would. She’s got me in a chokehold. And this is not how I’m supposed to feel.That’s why I need to give her space—to remind myself where she stands in my life. She’s important, yes. I want her, yes. But I also fucking hate feeling like this.“Don Matvei.”I heard the whisper but didn’t respond. My mind was still stuck on her—those big, dark brown eyes, straight nose, chubby cheeks, and th