All Chapters of The Mafia CEO's Possession Contract: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I felt like a hunting trophy disputed by two predators. On one side, my father, the man who swore to protect me and who was now asking me to risk my neck in a suicidal game of espionage.On the other, Killian Blackwood, who held me as the guarantee for a debt I did not incur.My world felt like a carousel out of control, spinning faster and faster with my father's request echoing in my ears while Leyla and I returned to the university.I walked across the campus with a tense back, watching every shadow, every parked car, praying that Killian’s men hadn't noticed my little escape.During class hours I was in a state of trance. With my notebooks full of meaningless scribbles, feeling my father's words circling in my head like an infinite loop.“It is our only way out, Ivy”I didn't even hear the other classes; although my eyes were fixed on the board, my mind was on the small metallic device that burned the bottom of my bag until the bell for the last class vibrated in my bones.“Ivy! E

Friday nightCigarette smoke swirled inside the Bentley's cabin while my gaze was on the window glass, just a few meters away, where Pier 4 stretched out like a cemetery of metal and concrete under the dying light of the streetlamps.I watched in the distance as four armored trucks kicked up clouds of dust and gravel, followed by a flashy red car that exhaled Alpha Viktor's scent.After a few minutes, Viktor got out of the first vehicle, surrounded by a dozen men armed with automatic rifles. He had a black briefcase in his hands while he seemed to mutter something to his men.I knew perfectly well what was going through his head. Those were not businessmen; they were an execution squad. I immediately pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed a quick number.“Ready,” was the only thing I said before hanging up.Not even a minute passed when my men, stationed among the shadows of the containers, came out to meet Viktor. The exchange was fast. Reinforced wooden boxes passed from my soldi

POV: IVY STERLINGMy fingers were still trembling over the keyboard as the air in the office turned glacial, displaced by a rush of violence that coursed through my entire body.Killian was there, framed by the doorway like an apparition from hell itself.His white shirt was soaked in fresh blood, the fabric clinging to his muscular chest; his hair, usually perfect, fell disheveled over his forehead and his knuckles were raw, dripping scarlet onto the carpet.But what stole my breath away was the golden glint of his weapon, holstered in the waistband of his trousers, right where the belt tightened at his hip."K-Killian..." the name left my mouth like a broken plea, a stutter that betrayed the panic coursing through my marrow.He said nothing. He took a step inside and closed the door behind him with a sharp thud that echoed in my ears like a gunshot, making me give a small jump.He didn't even respond; instead, he took a slow step in my direction, making me instinctively retreat, stu

"Fuck babe… you're as tight as the first time," he hissed against my breasts, leaving that hot breath that made me throb. My hips moved back and forth, following the synchrony of his thrusts with his fingers. I wanted to feel him to the depths of my gut, invading all my senses. "Please… Killian…." I moaned, almost unable to breathe. A mocking chuckle seemed to resonate from his lips, while I still remained with my eyes closed, thinking that everything happening wasn't even real. Why did I react like this? My wolf hadn't stopped moaning with pleasure, to the point where I had to block her in my head, preventing her from coming out and lunging at this man like a goddamn bitch in heat. However, in the midst of my thoughts, I felt my whole body tense; Killian's fingers hit inside me, while his lips began to descend toward my lower part, letting his wet kisses brush the thin fabric of the dress that still hung at my waist. Shit, shit, he was going to take me to the abyss with his

I carried her in my arms; my movements were choppy, bursts of violent images and pure desire. In a second we were on the room's bed. I stripped off my clothes with clumsy movements while she crawled across the bed, getting on her knees, her tongue trailing down my abdomen until it reached my crotch.I let her act, closing my eyes and visualizing Ivy there, finally surrendering to my will."Do it, Ivy... fuck me with that delicious mouth like you should," I murmured, feeling her lips close over my tip.She moaned and began to suck me with a technique that made me arch my back. Her fingers massaged my testicles while her lips worked wonders, taking me to the edge of madness. My blood was boiling; my fangs began to press against my gums. The pressure of my climax positioned itself against my groin as she continued to suck like a bitch in heat. Her gasps, her gags, every touch of her tongue on my cock, while she gave herself small slaps on the cheek with my hard dick.That woman was a go