All Chapters of Betrayed, Then Claimed by the Mafia King (18+): Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

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 arm