All Chapters of Betrayed, Then Claimed by the Mafia King (18+): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Carter Ricci_________I lay her down on the bed, her body trembling beneath me, and I can feel the heat radiating off her. Her breath comes in shallow, desperate gasps, her small frame barely able to contain the storm that’s building inside of her. I look down at her, watching her shift and squirm, her tiny body reacting to the drug, to me, in a way she can’t even understand.I pull back, looking down at her perfect little body. She’s barely dressed, her top long discarded, leaving her small, perky breasts exposed to me. Her nipples are hard, already begging for attention again. I can feel the hunger rising inside me, my cock throbbing painfully at the sight of her.“Fuck, baby…” I growl under my breath, my hands moving to her hips. I want to take her. I want to fuck her right now, to claim her in the most primal way possible. But not yet. Not until she knows what she wants. Until she begs for it.I spread her legs wide, my fingers curling around her soft skin, feeling how wet she is

Lyla Rose_______After my shower, I slip into a sleek black backless dress, tying my hair into a neat ponytail before heading downstairs. As I reach the bottom, I notice Carter near the same locked door I tried to open, the one he told me not to go near. What is he hiding in there?Carter hears my footsteps and straightens up, turning to face me as I descend. He notices my gaze drifting toward the locked door.“Are you hiding bodies in there?” I ask, laughing lightly, despite knowing exactly who he is, he doesn't need to hide bodies.He chuckles softly at my joke, walking toward me with a smirk, his tall frame blocking my view of the door. He stands confidently, purposefully obstructing my curiosity. “Funny. But no, no bodies in there, princess.” His eyes drop to my cleavage briefly before returning to meet my gaze.“Then why am I not allowed to go inside?” I ask, moving a little closer to him, my voice teasing but curious.He raises an eyebrow at my sudden proximity, his smirk unwav

Lyla Rose______I stand up, my hands trembling slightly as I wipe my face, feeling the lingering weight of emotions still heavy in my chest. The silence in the room is thick, almost suffocating.He kicks off his shoes impatiently, the sound of them hitting the floor sharp in the otherwise still air. His pants and underwear follow, discarded like yesterday's news. In one fluid motion, he steps out of the pile of clothing, standing before me completely naked. His body is a sculpted work of art, muscles carved from discipline and years of control, every inch of him radiating power and dominance. I can't help but stare.He towers over me, his hands clenched at his sides, his jaw set with that same hard, unyielding determination. “Say something,” he demands, his voice rough like gravel. “Tell me to stop or...”But I can’t move, can’t breathe. My eyes lock onto him, unable to tear away from his hard, washboard abs, the chiseled definition of his chest, the veins running down his strong arms

Carter Ricci_________I notice her expression soften, and I can tell she’s finally come to terms with what happened. A possessive smirk curls at my lips. I pull her closer, my arms locking around her as I throw a muscular leg over her hips, marking her in a way that leaves no room for doubt. “My girl…” I murmur, my lips brushing against her temple before I capture her mouth in a rough, demanding kiss. I mark her mouth, my lips claiming hers, as if the kiss itself is just another way to show the world she belongs to me now.I pull back slightly, watching her eyes flutter open. The reality of the situation settles in. “You had to attend their party, remember?” she says, smiling knowingly as she glances at me, the subtle hint of challenge in her voice.I freeze at the mention of the party. My face hardens, the warmth in my chest dissipating like smoke. My hand clenches into a fist. “Don't fucking remind me,” I growl, running a hand through my damp hair, the weight of it all hitting me l

Lyla Rose________Once we reach Carter's penthouse, I walk inside, my legs feeling like they could give out at any moment. I collapse onto the couch, the weight of everything sinking in. The lie, the manipulation, the cruel game I played, all of it hits me like a tidal wave, drowning me in shame.“You know I lied about the marriage, right?” I murmur, unable to look him in the eye. “Just to hurt Vincent… We’re not getting married.”The silence stretches between us, thick with the tension I created. Carter stares at me, his body rigid with disbelief, before the fury ignites.“The fuck?! You lied about us getting married to piss off Vincent?!” His voice cuts through the air, raw with anger. His hand runs violently through his hair, as though he's trying to rid himself of the frustration I’ve caused. “Goddamn it, Rose!”I feel a sick twist in my gut, and I don’t know how to make him understand. “I said it to make Vincent understand,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “I can move on, I