Todos los capítulos de Betrayed, Then Claimed by the Mafia King (18+): Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Lyla Rose________I part my lips to speak, but nothing comes out, a lump of fear and frustration lodged in my throat.He watches me, his dark eyes scanning my face for the words I can’t bring myself to say. His expression softens slightly, as if he understands the storm inside me and he presses another kiss to my forehead. “I’m not a saint, Rose. I’m a mafia king,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice low, intimate, edged with the weight of all he is.“I don’t want you to be a mafia king,” I admit quietly, my voice trembling, my eyes dropping to avoid his heated gaze.For a moment, he freezes. His hands still on my belly, gripping gently but firmly, as if holding onto something precious. He tilts my chin up with deliberate care, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You married a mafia king,” he says softly, so low it vibrates through my chest. “You carry a mafia king’s child.” His forehead presses against mine, his breath mingling with mine, scorching yet tender.His lips claim mine in a h

Lyla Rose________“I know… just put it inside me and don’t move,” I moan softly, my chest tight with emotion, heat pooling low. “I can’t help it…I need you now.”He groans, his control fraying at the edges. He shifts closer, pulling my pajamas down just enough, positioning himself between my thighs. Inch by inch, he slides inside me, achingly slow, until he’s buried to the hilt. He freezes, completely still, letting me adjust to every solid inch. “Like this?” he breathes against my ear, his voice low and deliberate. “I won’t fucking move, baby.”“Ahhh, yesss,” I moan, rolling my eyes in pleasure, trembling beneath him, my hands clutching the bedsheets tightly.He bites back a groan, remaining motionless as I instinctively clamp around him. Every tremble, every grip, every shiver draws him closer to losing control, but he stays frozen, letting me feel every inch of him buried inside.“It feels so good, Carter,” I moan, tears welling in my eyes.He leans down, brushing the tears away w

Lyla Rose_________“NO!” He slams his fist on the nightstand, making the lamp rattle. The sound echoes through the dark room, sharp and alarming. “I WILL NOT LET YOU GO!” His hands grip my shoulders, shaking me so hard my teeth rattle. “That baby could be MINE for all we know! You were with Carter for three months before you got pregnant! THREE MONTHS! IT COULD BE MINE!”“Do you even hear yourself? Three months… and it could be yours? You never touched me. I gave my virginity to Carter, and we never even met in those three months,” I retort nonchalantly, trying to steady my trembling hands.His grip loosens just slightly, his eyes widening as reality hits him. His jaw tightens, but for a moment, jealousy and anger give way to realization. “You…”“Are you jealous?” I mock, wiping my face, the tears and rage mingling into defiance.“I’m not fucking jealous!” “You gave him your virginity?” His voice drops low, rough with hurt and anger.“You left me when I begged you, and now you kidn

Lyla Rose________“Vincent, please, stop…” I plead, limping in his arms, every muscle screaming, my body too exhausted to fight anymore.His grip loosens slightly, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead, he turns me in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he strides toward the villa.“You’re bleeding,” he says gruffly, noticing the blood on my knees and the tear in my dress.“Stop pretending you care!” I scream, my voice cracking as he carries me inside, up the grand staircase.The villa swallows us in silence, my protests ignored. He kicks open the door to the old bedroom and throws me onto the king-sized bed. I hit the mattress with a soft thud, every nerve on fire from the fight, every bone aching from the fall. He slams the door shut behind him, the lock clicking like a verdict.I whimper, trying to rise, but exhaustion pins me down. He grabs the first aid kit from the closet, dropping it beside me, his movements rough and deliberate.Without asking, he yanks my ankle toward him

Lyla Rose________“Then why did you kidnap me?” I snap, frustration boiling over, trying to push back against the weight of him and the suffocating storm of his obsession.He finally meets my gaze, his eyes red and bloodshot, dark with pain. “Because,” he says simply, running a hand through his messy hair, “seeing you with him, hearing you call him your husband… it fucking killed me, okay?” His voice cracks slightly, raw and unguarded.“I know it hurts, but you should be happy with Maria. Let me be with Carter, please,” I plead, rising from the bed, trying to convince him, trying to reason with a man who no longer seems capable of reason.He laughs; ugly, broken, and harsh. Without warning, he moves swiftly, closing the distance between us. One hand grips the bedpost, the other slams against the wall beside my head, trapping me completely.“Maria?” His breath fans across my face, warm and suffocating. “Maria whores herself out to every businessman who wants a piece. Maria, who is pre