All Chapters of The Mafia CEO's Possession Contract: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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chapter 61

I didn't wait for her to respond, I just lifted her body slightly and pulled her back, forcing her to sit astride my thighs while I remained sitting at the bottom of the tub.The contact was electric. The tip of my cock, erect and hot, hit directly against the cleft of her buttocks, right below her soaked sex."Fuck Ivy, you're driving me crazy," I said, biting my tongue.Her back arched against my chest, and I surrounded her with my arms, imprisoning her in a possessive embrace that claimed every inch of her territory."Ahhh... Killian..." she gasped, throwing her head back over my shoulder.I took one of my hands to her chest, squeezing her right breast through the wet fabric, feeling her hardened nipple against my palm. With the other hand, I submerged under the water and slid my fingers down the inside of her thighs, separating them with a firmness that admitted no resistance.Ivy didn't take long to let out a long moan. "Killian... enter me... please," she pleaded, moving her hip

chapter 62

POV: IVY STERLINGThe last eight days had been a slow and tortuous descent into the deepest levels of hell.Time had become a shapeless mass of sweat-soaked sheets, moans that scraped my throat until it was raw, and a hunger that no food could satisfy.My first blood heat was not a stage; it was a forest fire that consumed every gram of my dignity and my strength.I remember fragments: me screaming Killian's name until I was hoarse, begging him with my hands tangled in his shirt to end my agony, to bury his cock deep inside me and mark me as his property.But he didn't do it.Every time the fever reached its peak, he would only lock himself in the room with me to fuck me with his fingers until my muscles collapsed, or he would bury his head between my legs, licking me with a slowness that made me see stars, leaving me satisfied and empty for barely a couple of hours before the pain returned to reclaim me.His help left me with a bitter taste and a frustration that made me want to scre

chapter 63

POV: IVY STERLINGMy father didn't even take the trouble to answer my question; on the contrary, he took a step toward the gate with the parsimony of an executioner adjusting the noose.And with a sharp gesture of his hand, he pointed to the men flanking him: walls of flesh with leather briefcases and eyes that did not blink."I present to you the legal representatives of the Richards family, Ivy," he said, and his voice cut the air like a blade. "According to Pack Law and the traditions that govern our blood, a woman bound by destiny must reside under her mate's roof if her progenitor so decides. I have revoked my consent from any previous agreement that ties you to this place."I stood there stupefied, the air refusing to enter my lungs. But the real horror materialized when, from among the shadows of the expensive suits, the figure I least wanted to see emerged: Mark.He walked with a calculated slowness, his left arm still immobilized by a cast following Killian's shot, but with a

chapter 64

POV: KILLIAN BLACKWOODI observed with ill-concealed contempt how Logan Sterling's eyes dilated upon seeing the contents of the briefcase.I knew Logan Sterling's ambition; he was a man who would sell his soul for a winning poker hand. And the Richards... the Richards smelled of financial desperation from miles away.Because of that, I enjoyed every second that Logan’s eyes were fixed on the open briefcase. That subject's ambition was his greatest weakness, and I was more than willing to exploit it to get Ivy out of his reach once and for all.Mark, however, did not yield so quickly. He let out a strident laugh loaded with an arrogance that tensed my muscles.“Really, Blackwood?” Mark mocked, adjusting the cast on his shoulder with a gesture of pain he tried to hide. “Do you think I'm going to give up my mate for a few million?”I felt a vibration of pure rage take birth in the center of my chest that made my guards retreat a step by instinct.My claws internally scratched the palms o

chapter 65

POV: IVY STERLINGThe world tilted at an impossible angle as my back crashed against Killian's hard chest.Killian carried me as if I were a feather, crossing the garden that was now a slaughterhouse: pieces of flesh, dismembered limbs, and that metallic, sweet, and dense smell of fresh blood seeping into the wet earth.“Get rid of all this mess. Now!” Killian's voice thundered in his chest with an authority that made his men move like mechanical shadows toward the clinic.I rested my cheek against his shoulder, feeling the searing heat emanating from his body. Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at his profile. His jaw was clenched and a bloodstain splattered his cheekbone, giving him the appearance of a warrior deity, ruthless and cold.Inside, the bond with Mark had broken with a dry snap in my soul, leaving a frozen and bloody void in my chest, an agony that made me want to tear off my skin.However, feeling Killian's proximity, that pain began to be devoured by a sick attractio

chapter 66 (+18)

What I felt inside me was a frenzy of excitement, pleasure, and a lust that burned in my chest.“No! I'm not like this because of you,” I lied, my voice breaking with every word that left my lips. “Shut up!”In my mind, I wished for his tongue to replace his finger, but my pride struggled to remain standing.With a calculated movement, he simply ran his finger over my slit, making a moan escape my lips. I quickly threw one of my hands to my face and covered it, my cheeks completely flushed.I was so tight, so sensitive from the residual heat and the adrenaline, that I felt how his flesh stretched me to the limit.“Take your hands away. I want you to see how I touch you,” he ordered with a tone that admitted no rebuttal.However, I remained inert, without moving a single muscle. Shit, the slight sensation of his fingers was the perfect nail for the hard wall that the broken bond had caused me.“I ordered you to look at me, Ivy!” he ordered once more, using his other hand to tighten his

chapter 67 (+18)

POV: THIRD PERSONKillian felt like a dark God before an altar of white flesh and submission.In front of him, Ivy Sterling was undone, her skin flushed and her eyes clouded by a lewdness she herself refused to process, while her legs were spread wide, exposing her pink and glistening intimacy to his wolfish gaze.He wasted no time; he curled the corner of his lips into a predatory smile and, without warning, sank his fingers into her again, taking her by surprise with an internal thrust that ripped a ragged moan from her, lost in the immensity of the office.He began to pump again with a sadistic force, his fingers entering and exiting her sex while his mouth returned to the center of her pleasure.Killian savored her vaginal lips, delighting in the metallic and sweet taste of her excitement, and then sucked her clitoris with a voracity that made Ivy writhe.His eyes, on the other hand, watched as his hand sank into that pink and narrow cavity, admiring the contrast of his tanned ski

chapter 68 (+18)

POV: KILLIAN BLACKWOODThe moment I sank into her, the outside world ceased to exist.The sound of flesh clashing against wood was the only thing that surpassed Ivy's soul-shattering scream when I penetrated her in a single thrust.I felt how her walls, narrow and virginal, stretched to the absolute limit to make way for my girth. Her vagina was heating my cock, as if I were penetrating a boiling silk glove that tried to expel me and suck me in at the same time.I stayed motionless for a second, enjoying the almost painful pressure of her sex surrounding my cock. I was so goddamn tight that I felt my own blood throb with force in the tip of my member.“Damn it, Ivy...” I growled against her nape, inhaling the scent of her fear and her excitement. “Look at you. You’re devouring me. I knew this little hole was made to be reclaimed by me.”Ivy didn't respond with words, only with a sob that transformed into a rhythmic gasp. I withdrew my cock almost completely, letting only the tip brush

chapter 69

POV: IVY STERLINGThe world shrank to a point of white agony that was born in my neck and expanded like poison down my spine.I felt Killian's fangs piercing so deeply that the sound of the cartilage giving way echoed inside my skull; but what truly tore me apart was not the steel of his teeth, but the definitive rupture of the bond with Mark.The connection with Mark vanished in a silent scream from my wolf, an agony that left me breathless while Killian's mark began to burn in my neck like molten iron.I could feel his semen burning me inside, claiming my womb, while his mark claimed my soul.However, after his massive cock left my cunt, my lungs seemed to collapse. I tried to breathe, but the air refused to enter. My eyes rolled back and the office began to spin.Killian's bloody face was the last thing I saw before the darkness claimed me completely.My wolf, exhausted by the rupture of the bond and the domination of the hybrid, curled up in a corner of my mind and shut down.***

chapter 70

He was dressed in an impeccable black suit, his hair perfectly combed back, and an expression of coldness that made me wince.He stopped at the foot of the bed, looking at me as if I were an asset he had just acquired.Without saying a word, he pulled out a new mobile phone, matte black in color, and tossed it onto the blankets right in front of me.“What is this?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.“Your old life is dead, Ivy. Your father, the Richards, your university friends... all of that is over,” his voice was glacial, without a hint of emotion. “From now on, you only answer to this number.”“You can't just erase my life, Killian,” I told him, trying to sound brave despite the mark on my neck throbbing at his proximity.“I already did,” he leaned over me, resting his hands on the mattress, trapping me in his shadow. “You are a Blackwood now. And Blackwoods don't mix with trash. Learn to use it.”He turned around and left the room without looking back, while my fingers, still

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