บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia King's Collateral : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Nikolai’s POVThe first call came at 6:17 a.m.Dmitri’s voice was tight, the kind of tight that meant trouble was already brewing somewhere. “Pakhan, the eastern shipment update. The lieutenant we thought was gone… he’s been spotted in a warehouse outside the city. Our men are moving, but we need your order.”I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. The fever had left me drained, but the moment I heard that name Elias’s ghost still trying to bite us, the Reaper woke up inside me. “Give me the details.”He rattled them off in short, clipped sentences: routes, names, a possible connection to a new player who might be offering protection to Elias’s old people. I listened without interrupting, jaw tight, the same cold focus I’d worn like armor for years. “Mobilize the eastern team. Quiet entry. No blood if we can avoid it. And get me the new name on that player — I want to know who he’s working for.”While I spoke, my mind was already spinning. New player. Someone testing the waters. Testing *m

Liora’s POVThe garage smelled like polished metal, leather, and that faint hint of Nikolai’s cologne that always made my knees feel a little weak.I sat in the driver’s seat of the most ridiculous, beautiful, over-the-top vehicle I had ever seen, my hands still gripping the steering wheel like if I let go, it might disappear. This wasn’t just a car. It was a fortress on wheels, matte-black and massive, with that sleek, intimidating presence that screamed “Nikolai Volkov” in every reinforced line.I turned to him, my heart doing that wild flip it always did when he looked at me like I was the only thing in his world. “Nikolai… this is too much. It’s enormous, it’s armored like a tank but looks like it could outrun anything on the road, and you had them put Alora’s little area in the back with the screens and the cooler stocked with my juice and her favorite snacks? How did you even—?”He was watching me with that soft, intense stare, the one that made the scary Pakhan fade and left o

Liora’s POVThe walk back into the main house felt different now, like the whole mansion was breathing easier alongside us. Nikolai’s hand stayed firm on the small of my back, warm and possessive, his thumb occasionally stroking slow circles through the thin fabric of my dress. Every few steps he’d steal another kiss—sometimes a quick press to my temple, sometimes a deeper one that left my lips tingling and my cheeks flushed. The new car sat like a promise in the garage behind us, a massive symbol of how far we’d come from those early days when I was just collateral in his cold world.“You’re smiling again,” he murmured, voice low and teasing as we took the private corridor toward the medical wing. “I like it.”“I can’t help it,” I admitted, leaning into his side. “Between the bath, the kisses that kept shutting me up, and that ridiculous beautiful tank you got us… I feel like I’m dreaming. But the best kind.”He stopped us just outside the double doors to the medical wing, turning

Liora’s POVThe moment his teeth grazed my lower lip, gentle but firm, a possessive little tug that sent sparks racing down my spine—I forgot everything else. The office, the scattered reports on his desk, the men waiting just outside the door. All that existed was Nikolai. His strong thighs beneath me, the heat of his body radiating through his shirt, and the way his stormy gray eyes darkened to near-black as he looked at me like I was the only thing worth ruling in his entire empire.My breath hitched sharply as he soothed the spot he’d bitten with a slow, wet glide of his tongue. A soft, needy sound escaped me, half-moan, half-whimper, and I felt his chest rumble in response. I pressed closer on his lap, my dress riding higher up my thighs, knees digging into the leather chair as I straddled him fully. Our lips connected again—hot, urgent, no hesitation this time.He kissed me like a man starved. His mouth slanted over mine, firm and demanding, lips parting mine wider so his ton

Liora’s POVHis mouth was relentless, sucking one nipple deep while his hand kneaded the other with firm, possessive squeezes that made my back arch sharply. Every pull of his lips sent throbbing pleasure straight between my legs, and I couldn’t stop the broken moans spilling from my throat. My breaths came in short, desperate gasps, chest heaving as I rocked harder against the thick bulge in his slacks. The wet sounds of his mouth on my skin—loud, obscene sucks mixed with his low groans only made me wetter.“Baby… oh god…” I whimpered, fingers tangled tightly in his hair, holding him to my breast as he switched sides again. He sucked the other nipple into his hot mouth with a deep pull that had my eyes fluttering shut and a long, throaty moan tearing from me. His tongue flicked rapidly over the sensitive peak, then swirled slowly, teasing until I was trembling on his lap.His free hand continued squeezing the breast he wasn’t sucking, fingers digging into the soft flesh, rolling a