All Chapters of The Mute Bride For The Don: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Vanya. My eyes burned with tears as I stumbled through the crowded walkway, scanning every face and grabbing onto every small figure that might be Sofia. But each time I checked, none of them were her. None of the girls had her bright enthusiastic face. None of them looked even one bit like her. “Sofia!” I screamed her name, my throat closing around the word as I broke into another sob. My whole body shivered as tears poured down freely from my face. People were watching, but I couldn’t care less, and through the blur of my vision, I caught sight of a figure approaching me, flanked by two men I didn’t immediately recognize. It wasn’t until they drew closer that I realized who they were. “Ivan?” Relief and terror collided in my chest simultaneously. I rushed toward him before I could think better of it. “Sofia,” I gasped. “Ivan, Sofia was right here.” The words rushed out without control. “She stood exactly in this spot, I…I went inside for a moment just to get the package, and w

Ivan. “Have you found her yet?” I demanded, pacing near the window as Marco relayed instructions to the men still searching. But before he could answer, another guard entered and bowed. “Boss, Antonio is here.” My jaw twitched. I’d asked the bastard to come in three days, and he took five days instead. “Should I tell him to leave and come back, Don?” “No. Let him stay,” I ordered. Antonio was already waiting in the living area when I walked in, and he bowed the instant he saw me, his lips quivering as he glanced around cautiously before speaking. “Don, if today isn’t a good day, I can come back another time—” “No,” I cut in, my lips moving up slightly at the corner as I grinned at him. “Today is actually a good day. I’m glad you’re here.” Antonio froze, his brows furrowing slightly before he straightened his expression and managed a smile in return. “Okay, Don. If you say so,” he said, but his gaze kept drifting, searching the room as if he expected to catch a glimpse of some

Ivan.Vanya whimpered against my body as I carried her to the room and set her down gently on the bed. My hands moved to her cheek, ignoring how hot she felt as I brushed away the strands of hair stuck to her tear-streaked face.She looked so small, and I couldn’t place the girl shivering before me as the same girl who had so much defiance living behind her eyes whenever she stood up to me and challenged me. I wasn’t sure what to make of it.“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she said between hiccupping sobs, her words tumbling out fast as her teeth clenched, yet she continued. “Ivan, I'm sorry. I couldn’t refuse Sofia. She kept asking, and I just… I thought it would only be a few minutes. I’m so sorry. It’ll never happen again, I promise. I promise, Ivan, please…”“It’s okay,” I cut through her rambling apology, my voice low as I calmed her down, “It’s okay.”Vanya froze slightly, her round eyes staring up at me with uncertainty, probably at the unexpected gentleness in my tone, l

Vanya.I didn’t know when I fell asleep.I had been sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for Ivan the way he had told me to. Every single muscle in my body was still tight with the memory of everything that had happened in just one day. The mall… Sofia… the dark wooden box and the sound of the lid closing. Even in my sleep, I cried, my eyes burning with tears. My throat ached from all the crying I’d done. My brows furrowed when I woke up to something warm pressing on my face.It moved across my forehead, then my cheek, then the corner of my mouth. The sensation was so gentle it felt almost unreal after everything that had happened, and I opened my eyes slowly.Ivan’s face hovered above mine, close enough that I could feel his breath. The moment my vision cleared, however, panic slammed hard into me.“Sofia!”The name tore out of me as I sat up too fast, my heart hammering hard against my chest. Tears flooded my eyes again before I could stop them, and my shoulders racked wit

God, I wasn’t sure if my brain was in heat as badly as my dripping, throbbing pussy. But the words still spilled out of my mouth anyway. His response was swift and overwhelming. He lowered his head and engulfed one of my erect nipples into his hot and wet mouth. The warm sensation of his suckling only made me more horny. I wrapped my hand around his head and moaned as he flicked the tip of his tongue around my nipple before suckling it hard. My head fell back as I cried at the sudden pleasure. He grabbed the second breast, leaving the first only for a second before he pulled both breasts together and took them into his waiting mouth, suckling both at once. “Ivan… Ivan! Ohh!” I thrust my chest toward his face invitingly, and while his mouth was busy suckling on my breasts, his hand trailed down over every inch of my belly, legs, hips, and thighs, and I parted my legs on impulse as he stuck his hand between them, tugging them apart. His hand found my clit and I whimpered a