All Chapters of The Consequential Bride Of the Mafia Lord : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Marcelina~I didn't go downstairs for breakfast.Partly because I was still angry.Mostly because I didn't think I could survive being in the same room as Domenico right now. So I stayed in my room and asked for breakfast to be brought up instead.To my surprise, when Lucia arrived, she looked annoyed. The woman walked into my room carrying the breakfast tray with a smile so forced it was almost painful to watch.Her lips smiled.Her eyes absolutely did not.If anything, they looked like she wanted to lecture someone for three straight hours.Unfortunately for her, I wasn't in the mood.And judging from the way she kept opening and closing her mouth, she wasn't in a position to say whatever was bothering her either.So we both pretended.She pretended to smile, and I pretended not to notice.The moment I finished eating, Lucia returned to collect the charcuterie board and empty dishes before disappearing again, leaving me alone with my thoughts.Which was probably the worst thing poss

Marcelina~Three days later, I was still restless.Corey's call had done absolutely nothing to calm me down.The fact that Xavier was looking for me and seemed determined to find me no matter what was one thing. But the fact that he knew exactly who I had married—and what he might do with that information—was another thing entirely.And if Domenico found out someone was digging into my whereabouts and speaking to authorities...God.I didn't even want to think about that."Signora." The voice pulled me from my thoughts. Only then did I realize I was sitting in the dining room.My dinner sat untouched in front of me, a fork resting loosely between my fingers while Lucia stood nearby with her hands folded in front of her.She offered the same fake smile she had been using for days, since the club incident.But I wasn't fooled.Not even a little."Do you not like the food?"I looked down at my plate.I couldn't even remember taking a single bite."The food is fine."For the third time,

Marcelina~The room went completely silent.For one glorious second, I felt victorious.Unfortunately, that lasted all of three seconds. Because one moment, Domenico was standing across from me. And the next, he was moving towards me.I barely had enough time to straighten before my back met the wall and he was directly in front of me.The breath caught in my throat.He was so close that every nerve in my body immediately became aware of it.My heart gave a violent thud against my ribs and somewhere in the back of my mind, a very sensible voice reminded me that this was exactly the reaction I was supposed to avoid.Unfortunately, my body had never been particularly interested in being sensible where Domenico was concerned. So I tilted my chin upward.Mostly because he was taller.Partly because I refused to look intimidated.Looking up at him now, the comparison that came to mind was embarrassingly simple.A fucking tiger.A very large, very dangerous tiger.And me?Apparently the idi

Marcelina~My heart nearly stopped. Then immediately started beating twice as fast as he kept walking up the stairs. Straight to his wing.His.The part of the mansion I had never once set foot into since arriving. Not because I hadn't been curious.I had, unfortunately.But curiosity and dignity had managed to coexist until now. Now, dignity had apparently died. And Domenico was carrying its corpse.I was angry, still furious.But beneath the anger, there was anxiety.Nervousness.Anticipation.The kind that settled low in my stomach and made my palms damp as he carried me through the maze of hallways.I'd never seen his room, never crossed this invisible line between his side of the mansion and mine. And now I was being taken there against my will.I should put up a fight.I should demand he put me down.Kick.Squirm.Threaten to bite him if necessary.At the very least, I should stop lying there like some helpless turtle.But every time I opened my mouth to protest, another emot

Marcelina~ Yeah, look at me.My shaky hands were already reaching blindly behind me, clawing at the fabric of his trousers just to keep my knees from giving out completely.But at this point, I didn't care what he said. I wanted him so badly I trembled. I could attribute it to the fact that it had been too long since I'd been touched. But I knew that wasn't the only reason.There was something unnervingly specific about the way I reacted to Domenico. As if my body had memorized him and now refused to settle for anything less.A broken, needy gasp left my lips as his teeth scored the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder, making me arch into the stinging pain and the blistering pleasure of it. Even though I was only ten weeks along, the early stages of pregnancy had completely hijacked my body, leaving me exhausted, hormonal, and fucking starved for affection. And now, under the sudden onslaught of his touch—almost arrogant in its lazy, possessive assuredness—my hyper-sensi