All Chapters of Betrayed, Then Claimed by the Mafia King (18+): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Carter Ricci_________She’s in the shower when I reach the villa. I can hear the sound of the water, and it does nothing to wash away the heaviness in my chest. I know she’s broken, and it’s all because of me. The woman I’m supposed to protect, the woman I’m supposed to love, I made her feel this way.I stand outside the bathroom, listening to her quiet sobs, my fists clenched at my sides. Every sound she makes feels like a punch to my gut. I deserve it. All of it. Every tear. Every ounce of pain. It’s on me.After a while, she emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. I stand there, my own towel still around my waist, my hair wet. She doesn’t look at me, her movements stiff and guarded. She looks exhausted, broken. The woman I thought I knew, the woman I thought I could control, has closed herself off from me, and it destroys me.“Baby,” I murmur, trying to reach her, to make her understand that I never meant for any of this.“Don’t talk to me anymore,” she says, her voice flat

Lyla Rose________I cum hard again, my body trembling as I collapse onto the bed, exhausted. Before I can catch my breath, he pulls out with a wet, obscene slurp and immediately buries his face in my ass, eating me out without hesitation.His tongue slides inside, fucking my hole as if it’s the only thing that matters. His saliva drips down my skin, the slurping sounds wet and filthy in the best way. “Mmmph…”I moan again, too weak to resist, my body betrayed by its own desire. Letting him eat me out feels wrong and right all at once.He devours me, his tongue digging deeper, forcing my cheeks apart with his hands, making it impossible to escape. The room fills with the wet sounds of his mouth on me, his breath hot against my skin. “Spread wider…”“Carter…” I whimper, arching back, my tiny ass pushed out, desperate for more of his tongue.He groans, spreading my cheeks further, his grip possessive and cruel. His tongue thrusts deeper, punishing me as he claims me. Each stroke of his

Lyla Rose________He groans, rolling his eyes with a grin, but there's an unmistakable warmth in his voice. “Fine, I’ll invite my family, including that little shit Vincent. But you better kiss me, or I’ll carry you back to the room and fuck you instead of saying ‘I do.’” His lips hover dangerously close to my neck, and he bites it softly, his voice a low, playful growl. “Deal?”I laugh, nodding my head, but the moment my feet slip against the edge of the waterfall cliff, my breath catches in my throat.Without a second thought, he lunges forward, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me back to solid ground. My heart races from the sudden adrenaline, and he presses me tightly against him, his chest heaving. “Jesus Christ, little doll. Don’t fucking scare me like that.”I grip his shoulder tightly, laughing despite the slight tremor in my body. The near fall still has my pulse racing.His gaze hardens, and he holds me by the chin, his thumb brushing over my cheek as his voice ti

Lyla Rose________My heart stops at Vincent's words, but I force myself to maintain control, swallowing the surge of anger threatening to break free. “It’s too late. I’m married to Carter now. I’m not leaving him, not because you suddenly feel the need to confess,” I retort coldly, my voice laced with quiet fury.Vincent’s face reddens with anger and jealousy, his eyes wild. He releases my arm, but in an instant, he grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His fingers dig into my skin as he hisses through gritted teeth. “Too late? Fuck that! You think I’m just going to walk away and let you be happy with him? Over my dead fucking body!”I shove him back with all the strength I can muster, the words escaping my mouth like venom. “You can’t do anything about it.” My breath hitches as I push harder, determined not to let him get to me. “I don’t care if you’re being honest now... about your father, the divorce, whatever. It’s too late. I belong to Carter. I’m not going back to you.”

Lyla Rose_______I break the kiss, jerking back from him as the weight of his words hits me. “You lied... You made a fake medical report card?” The horror in my voice shakes me to my core and tears blur my vision as they fall freely down my cheeks. My hands tremble, my entire body betraying the whirlwind of emotions crashing through me.He cups my face, his hands warm against my skin as he wipes away my tears with his thumbs. His gaze softens, but there's no hint of remorse in his eyes. Only the same possessive hunger that’s been there since the beginning. “Yes, baby. I lied. I made that medical report card myself. Paid the doctor handsomely to keep quiet about it.” His voice drops lower, a softness I don't want to hear. “I needed you away from Vincent desperately so you'd marry me instead.”I shake my head in disbelief, the sting of his betrayal like a knife in my chest. “You fucking ruined my marriage, my life, over your fucking obsession!” I scream in pain, the words tearing throu