All Chapters of Kidnapped By The Mafia King: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Xander's POV.The year I turned eighteen, I didn't get a birthday cake, instead, I got blood under my fingernails and a man's thumb rolling across a butcher's floor.A day where a normal person who just turned eighteen would be out popping bottles, taking shitty shots of bottom shelf tequila, stumbling into clubs with fake IDs, getting high, tattooing stupid shits on their bodies but me? I was at the back of a butcher's shop, the reek of iron and bleach so thick I felt like it was seeping into my bones.The guy tied to the chair was one of my father's business associates. He was trembling so hard the duct tape around his ankles squeaked against the tile. He had skimmed ten grand for himself off the port business thinking no one would notice.My father gave him a chance to talk, but he lied. So I was instructed to torture him, starting with his thumb.He screamed through a balled-up rag, eyes wide with panic. Blood spurted like a faucet turned on but I didn't flinch. I knew better than

Xander's POV.She immediately did what I said, lowering herself down on her knees. Just the sight was enough to make my cock twitch in my hand. She was looking up at me through her lashes, looking almost eager for what was coming.I tilted my head to the side while I let my gaze take in every centimeter of her body. The hallway wasn't closed off. Anybody could literally walk down and see us in such a compromising position but that only got my cock even harder. Although, they have to get really close actually to see anything in this darkened hallway.Her chest was rapidly moving up and down and the second I started stroking my dick, her eyes fell to the movement. I watched her reaction intently as I continued and she clenched her thighs together.I scoffed.“It's fucking pathetic how needy you are.” She met my eyes again and her irises were filled with so much lust and hunger, mirroring mine. She did that to me. So easily.“Open your mouth.” She complied quickly and without wasting any

Iris's Pov.I finally let myself look around the place properly now that the chaos had settled, at least on the outside. The air between us still felt heavy. My hand still smelled like blood.The only room with a closed door was just off the main space. I pushed it open, leaned against the doorframe, and stared.A mattress, not a particularly big one like what I was used to in his other houses, tucked sheets, two pillows, a blanket folded like it hadn't been touched in forever.“Seriously?” I called out.“This bed is too small. I doubt it can even contain your large frame.”Xander glanced up from where he sat, already working the sweat-soaked shirt off his shoulders, his tone flat but vaguely amused.“What were you expecting, Iris? It's a fucking safe house and not a five-star hotel.”I frowned at his reply, stepping further into the room, arms crossed. space it can get to heal. I'll take the couch.”“Your leg needs all the“The hell you are.”He's wounded and stuck in a safe, stuck w

Iris's Pov.My moans got louder and I felt the familiar knot in my stomach starting to settle again. He grunted above me and I wasn't sure if it was from pain or pleasure but it turned me on even more. His hand was on my chest, pushing me down on the kitchen island as he rammed into me hard.I was in awe of where he got the strength to still fuck me like this even with a leg injury but I wasn't about to start asking questions and ruin the moment.Maybe he has gotten shot so much that he's probably now immune to the pain of a gunshot.“Xander, I'm gonna cum.” I whined, my head tilting back.“Do it. Be a good girl and cum for me.”The orgasm was intense and my back arched. With a deep moan, he came inside me, the feeling of his warm cum coating my walls was enough to make me wet again even though I was exhausted.“Fuck.” He grunted. I felt him pulling me up into a sitting position and he kissed me.“Turn around..” His deep voice sent chills down my spine and I obeyed.I glided down from

Iris's Pov.Before I could answer, he stopped in his tracks, making me look ahead to search for the reason.A woman was walking towards us. She was probably in her late fifties and I guessed she was a relative because they shared a slight resemblance. She smiled and greeted Xander with open arms. Then she noticed me and her eyes widened as she took hold of both of my hands.I didn't know what to do so I just smiled back nervously.“Who's this beautiful young woman?” She looked between Xander and me when she spoke.Xander chuckled.“This is Iris Paige, my girlfriend. Iris, this is Marissa, my mother's eldest sister.”My eyes widened and Marissa smiled even wider.turning to me.“You're welcome, Iris.”“She's beautiful.” She said to Xander beforeI smiled at her softly and she let my hands go. Xander still held a grip on my waist.“It's so nice to meet you,” I said in a soft tone. In some ways, I felt like I was actually meeting his mother.“Believe me, Iris. I'm even more pleased to me