บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia King's Collateral : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Liora's POV I woke up wrapped in heat and danger.Nikolai’s heavy arm was draped possessively over my waist, his hard chest pressed flush against my back. His steady breathing tickled my neck, but even in sleep, he felt lethal. One of his legs was tangled between mine, and I could feel the thick outline of his morning erection against my ass.My body responded instantly. A fresh wave of wetness slicked my thighs. I bit my lip hard, trying not to move, but my hips shifted anyway — just a tiny roll that made his cock twitch against me.Stop it, Liora. This is wrong.Guilt crashed over me like cold water. I had slept in his bed. Willingly. After letting him finger me until I was begging like a whore, I had curled into his side like I belonged there. Alora was just next door, completely unaware that her mother was slowly surrendering to the devil who owned us.I tried to slip out from under his arm, but it tightened immediately.“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was rough wi

Liora's POVSunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, warm across my bare skin.I woke up sore in the most delicious, terrifying way. Every muscle ached, especially between my thighs. Nikolai had taken me twice more during the night — slow and deep the second time, like he was trying to imprint himself on my soul. His cum still leaked out of me, a sticky reminder of how completely I had surrendered.I turned my head. He was still asleep beside me, powerful chest rising and falling steadily. Even relaxed, he looked dangerous. The bruises and cuts from yesterday only made him more intimidating. More beautiful in that dark, deadly way.My heart clenched painfully.What have I done?I had let the man who bought me fuck me. Not just let him — I had begged. Wrapped my legs around him and moaned his name like a prayer while my daughter slept in the next room. The guilt hit me so hard I had to press a hand over my mouth to stop from making a sound.Marcus’s voice replayed in my head a

Liora's POVI woke up tangled in silk sheets and sin.My body ached in places I didn’t even know could ache. Nikolai’s scent, dark spice and danger — clung to my skin like a brand. Between my thighs, I was still tender, still slightly sticky from how many times he’d filled me last night. God, what have I become?Guilt slammed into me before I could even open my eyes fully. I had moaned like a whore in his bed. I had begged him to fuck me harder. All while my daughter slept just one door away. Marcus’s face flashed in my mind again, his angry eyes judging me from the grave.Worthless. Dirty. Traitor.Tears stung my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away when I felt the bed shift.Nikolai’s strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against his hard, naked chest. His morning erection pressed hot and heavy against my ass.“Stop thinking so loudly,” he growled against my neck, voice rough with sleep. His hand slid up to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it hard

Liora's POVThe silence from Nikolai haunted me more than any words could.I lay in his bed the next morning, staring at the ceiling while his side was already cold. He had left early for “business” without waking me. Without a kiss. Without any explanation about Sofia’s warning.“Falling for the collateral will make you weak.”He hadn’t denied it.My chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing my heart with a cruel fist. I had given myself to him completely, body and pieces of my soul — and he still saw me as temporary. A risky distraction.I slipped out of bed, my naked body still marked with his fingerprints and bites from last night. Shame and anger twisted together low in my belly as I quickly dressed in a simple black sweater and jeans. Alora was with Maria again, safe and playing. Good. She didn’t need to see her mother falling apart.I couldn’t sit still. The questions were eating me alive.Why did Nikolai really choose me? Was everything between us built on a lie?My feet

Liora's POVThe mansion felt almost peaceful that evening.I was reading Alora a bedtime story in the connecting room, her small body curled against my side. Nikolai had been quieter since our fight, but he’d checked on us twice already. His presence felt heavier now, more protective.“Again, Mommy,” Alora whispered, pointing at the picture book.I smiled softly and started the page over. For a moment, it almost felt normal. Like we weren’t living in a cage built of marble and blood.Then the first gunshot shattered everything.Bang!I jumped. Alora screamed.More shots followed — loud, rapid, terrifying. Glass exploded somewhere downstairs. Shouts erupted. Heavy footsteps pounded through the halls.“Mommy!” Alora cried, clinging to me.I grabbed her and ran toward the main bedroom just as Nikolai burst through the door, gun already in his hand. His face was stone-cold, eyes blazing with lethal fury.“Rossi,” he snarled. “They breached the gate.”He moved like lightning, locking the