บททั้งหมดของ One Night with the Mafia king... My Ex's Younger brother: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Before I can process the loss. I hear the metallic rasp of a zipper lowering. His dick springs out, heavy and thick. The sight of it makes my mouth go dry. It looks angry, the head flushed dark and leaking pre-cum. My eyes widen. Panic and a twisted, dark arousal war inside me. ‎This thing? She breathe out, staring at the sheer size of him. Enter me? How? It's so big. ‎I tense up, my thighs clenching together instinctively. Will he really put it in? The stretch would be unbearable. Dante notices the rigid set of my shoulders, the way my body has seized up in anticipation. He steps close again, his chest pressing to my back, but he doesn't try to force his way inside. Instead, he wraps his hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly. ‎"Relax," he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "I'm not going to fuck you here." ‎He guides his cock forward, placing the hot, heavy length against my exposed, dripping folds. He doesn't penetrate me. Instead, he presses the undersid

Cat’s POV For the past two days since the incident at the ice cream place, I’ve kept my distance from Jaden. Every time he tries to talk, I shut it down with short, cold replies. No space for conversation. No room for anything else. Today is different. Today is work. The set is already buzzing with activity. Assistants move back and forth carrying equipment, the lighting crew adjusts the softboxes, and the camera team tests angles and focus. The backdrop has been perfectly arranged to match the brand’s aesthetic—clean, modern, and slightly luxurious. Everything has to be perfect. I’ve been running around nonstop, making sure every detail is in place. From props to lighting, nothing escapes my attention. Once everything is finally set, I head toward Jaden’s dressing room. Just a quick check to make sure the stylist is doing her job properly before we begin the shoot. Without thinking much, I push the door open. And freeze. Jaden and the stylist are on the couch… making

Danika POV Danika had been on her feet since the moment Mr. Ethan informed her she would be in charge of the presentation. There was no time to panic—only to act. She spent the hours buried in preparation: organizing slides, double-checking figures, reviewing reports, and rewriting sections until every word sounded precise and convincing. She moved between her desk and the conference room, testing the projector, adjusting layouts, and practicing under her breath. Even her lunch break became another opportunity to rehearse. By early afternoon, Tessa and the others stopped by her office. “Danika, you’ve been glued to that chair all day,” Tessa said, leaning against the door. “Come eat with us. You need a break.” Danika barely looked up from her laptop. “I wish I could, but I really can’t right now. I still have a lot to prepare.” “You’ll collapse before the meeting even starts at this rate,” Tessa added with a small frown. “I’ll be fine,” Danika replied, offering a quick smi

Mr. Ethan’s gaze shifted slowly from Nora to Danika. “Is that true?” he asked, his tone calm but firm. Danika’s heart pounded. “No, sir. I would never throw away an important document. I completed the file myself—I know that summary was included.” Nora stepped forward, placing the document gently on the desk. “I’m just saying what I saw, sir. I thought it was strange, so I checked. Danika stared at Nora in shock, her mind struggling to catch up with what was happening. Mr. Ethan took the file from Nora’s hand without hesitation. “You may leave,” he said. Nora gave a small nod, casting Danika a brief, unreadable glance before walking out. The door closed. Silence. Danika opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She already knew—no matter what she said, it wouldn’t change anything. Why would I do that? she thought, her chest tightening. That means she took it when we bumped into each other… but why would she lie? I thought she had changed… “Danika.” Mr

Danika stared at the box in disbelief, her brows knitting together. “A thong?” she muttered under her breath, holding up the red underwear between her fingers. “Is this guy serious?” She scoffed, shaking her head. Is he playing with me? Without wasting another second, she grabbed her phone and dialed his number. It barely rang once. “Miss me already, Kitty?” Dante’s voice came through, low and amused—like he had been expecting her call. Danika rolled her eyes immediately. “Stop calling me that.” “Why?” he teased. “It suits you.” “It’s annoying,” she shot back. “And explain yourself—what exactly is this?” She glanced at the red thong in her hand with irritation. Dante chuckled softly. “You got my gift.” “Gift?” Danika scoffed. “You call this a gift?” “I picked it myself,” he said smoothly. “Red… I think it’ll look perfect on you.” Danika’s grip tightened around her phone. “You’ve lost your mind.” “Not yet,” Dante replied lazily. “But I might, if you actual