All Chapters of Kidnapped By The Mafia King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Iris's Pov.His voice broke the silence first. It was deep, low, and deadly but still in control. His face was emotionless. I couldn't read him no matter how hard I tried. I wanted to see anger and rage written all over him but there was no trace of that on his perfectly calm face. Not that I should be surprised. Xander seemed incapable of showing emotion or feeling anything at all.I remained quiet just to piss him off even more. I leaned back on the couch, crossing my legs like I owned the place. My guts clenched inside but I refused to show him even a hint of weakness. Maybe I was walking on thin ice but my toxic trait wanted to see how far I could go to make him lose his mind.He was leaning against his desk, his hands resting on it. His sleeves were rolled up and I couldn't ignore the veins on his forearms. For a second, my attention lingered around his body but when I realized what I was doing, I quickly looked up to meet his eyes. I shook my head, waiting for him to speak again

Xander's POV.My gaze instinctively made its way down the length of her body and fuck, all I could think about was how widely it could spread as I slammed my cock into her pussy. The dress hugged her body perfectly in all the right places, making her butt stand out. I had to force myself to look away from her as my cock was already reacting in my pants.“I'm impressed.” I leaned against the wall, watching her continue scrubbing the floor. The sight of her on her knees does something to me. “I think you're dedicated with the right motivation.”“You bastard. That wasn't a motivation. That was a threat. You threatened someone's life.”“It doesn't make a difference to me.” In my world, it's not something out of the ordinary. I heard her laugh under her breath even though I couldn't see her face. “What? You don't agree with me, Iris?”“The only thing you've ever proven to me with every single word that comes out of your mouth, is what a big delusional asshole you are.”My lips curled up in

Xander's POV.“Is that right?”I stopped the movement of my fingers on her clit only to hear her tortured cries and feel her ass moving against my pants in frustration. Her mouth is full of shit. She said one thing but her body was speaking another language. My language.She claims not to want me but she's pressing more and more against my hard dick. She claims to hate me but she allowed my hand to disappear between her soft thighs, touching her bare pussy. I'm sure that if I put a finger inside her cunt, she would ride it as if her life depended on it. She will let me do whatever I want to her because even though her mouth may deny me, her body fucking burns for me.“Why did you stop?” She cried, her eyes still closed, her lips partly open as she breathed heavily. She was needy, just like me.“I want to hear you say it.” “Say what?”“That you want me.” My finger teased her opening and she held her breath, her nails leaving marks on my skin through my pants. “That even though you hat

Iris's Pov.“I don't remember asking you for permission.” I spat back.I could see the rage in his eyes before he lowered them to Angelo's empty plate on the counter next to his hands. He grimaced glancing over at my plate and putting two and two together.“You cooked for him?” His voice sounded dangerous and full of something I couldn't describe. I nodded and his eyes darkened as he clenched his jaw.“So, is this your little plan?” He spat, his hands gripping the edge of the counter, his veins popping out. The muscles in his arms strained against the black shirt he was wearing. He was wearing plain grey sweatpants and a simple t-shirt but he was still capable of pulling off whatever he wore. The simple clothes had a way of making him look even more dirtier and handsome.He crooked his head to the side. “To get back at me by trying to get close to Angelo? What exactly do you think you'd accomplish with that?”“Goddammit Xander, it was just an omelet,” I said but that managed to fire h

Iris's Pov.Xander and the man exchanged a few words, but I was too preoccupied with the dirty looks the girls were giving me. They all looked at me as if they would kill to be in my place. I would gladly give them the privilege, if it meant I would be free to escape from under Xander.My attention was brought back to Xander as his hand wrapped around my waist, leading me forward. I tried my best to ignore the way my body heated up when his long fingers touched my skin.I decided to distract myself by looking around the interior of the house. Everything screams old money.Xander continued his small talk with the man leading us along the hallway. I only heard something about shipments and drugs until my mind just turned them off completely. Or maybe it was because of how Xander's fingers dug into the bare skin of my back, right where my blouse ends.He continued his conversation with the man but his hand never left my waist. And I let him. Somehow, I feel safer with him close to me.Ir