All Chapters of Forbidden Claim: A Mafia King’s Obsession.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Nadia’s POVLorenzo forcefully locks my fingers with his and pulls me along with him down the grand staircase.My body is already weak and still recovering from the poisoning, so I have no strength to fight him. We take the hallway down the corridor and come out to the living room. The dining hall is on the opposite door across from the kitchen.The guards push the massive mahogany double doors open the moment they site us. Lorenzo keeps marching forward in full strides, and I try to keep up with his pace.The moment we step in, the chatter and laughter dies down instantly. Three pairs of mischievous eyes lock onto my frame. “Ah… The Don and his extremely beautiful Donna,” the older man says, standing instantly with a wide smile. He has almost silver hair, a thick mustache, and calculating eyes that have tracked my every move ever since I walked into the room.“Roberto,” Lorenzo says, returning the smile with a wide grin . “You honored my invitation… I’m glad.”“Not at all, Lorenzo,

Nadia’s POVThe rays of sunshine filtering through the charcoal velvet curtains feel like a violation.I peel my eyes open, but the darkness of the previous night instantly rushes back to suffocate me. My body feels heavy, like it’s been weighed down with iron, my head throbbing with a dull, persistent ache. The lingering scent of Lucian’s cologne and the distant smell of hand-rolled tobacco and expensive whiskey fails to mask the horrific smell of cinnamon and blood that seems permanently lodged at the back of my throat.I lay in the center of the bed, looking up at the ceiling’s intricate moldings. Every single detail of the terrible scenes from last night replaying repeatedly in my mind like a horror movie.Lorenzo didn’t just annihilate his enemies, he turned their deaths into a sick , twisted performance and forced me to sit in the front row. This is the third time he’s made me watch while he murders people who offended him.A soft knock echoes through the heavy oak doors, shatt

Nadia’s POVA deep warmth successfully pulls me back into consciousness.It feels soft and heavy, like a thick blanket wrapped securely around my body, holding the cold morning breeze at bay. A low, contented sigh escapes my lips, my mind still heavy with sleep and the dull, lingering ache of a severe hangover.I stretch, arching closer into the heat. My face presses into something firm but soft — a smooth surface smelling faint of dark oud, cedar wood and expensive tobacco. I lean deeper into the comfort, my hand lazily wandering across the firm surface beneath my palm. My fingers slowly trace the hard, defined contours of a broad chest, sliding down over a rigid stomach that twitches slightly at my touch. I am too sleepy to question it. The warmth is intoxicating. My hand continues descending, dragging past a leather belt buckle until my fingers wrap around something thick, impossibly hard, and throbbing with a heavy, steady pulse beneath a soft cotton.My palm presses closer, trac

Nadia’s POVLorenzo walks out of room after unlocking the cuffs last night, leaving me alone with the stinging pain between my legs and the strange wetness.I sit by the vanity dresser in a simple dark dress, staring at my reflection, the weight of my humiliation locked in my chest. Why did my body react that way? I am meant to be scared of his touch as usual, trembling from the sheer terror of him.But instead, my body wanted him. I can still feel the stinging pain from his fingers last night, but thinking about it only sends a tingling sensation between my legs.I’m not supposed to feel this way. I hate him. I despise him just as much as he despises me. But my body is beginning to tell a different story."This can’t be happening," I whisper to my reflection. My wrist carries a faint red ring from the steel cuffs, a constant reminder of the night before. I didn’t sleep a wink after Lorenzo left.The bedroom door opens and Lorenzo steps inside. He is fully dressed in a charcoal suit,

Nadia’s POVThe rain only gets worse. It comes down so hard that I can barely see the cars waiting outside the warehouse. Water runs off the roof in thick streams, splashing over the concrete and turning the ground into a muddy mess.Lorenzo keeps hold of my hand as we walk toward the convoy. I don’t know why that bothers me so much.Maybe because a few hours ago, I would have done anything to get away from him. Now I’m walking beside him willingly. And that’s the part I don’t understand.Viktor is already moving toward the first SUV when Lorenzo suddenly stops, making me nearly walk into him.“What?” I ask, staring up at him.He doesn’t answer, his head turning slightly. I watch his face change. The softness from a few minutes ago disappears completely.“Get back inside,” he commands.My stomach drops, terror beginning to bloom in my chest. “What?”“Now, Nadia,” he growls.There is something in his voice that makes me obey. I take one step backward.Then, it comes. A sharp crack cut