Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Kings' Deadliest Temptation : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

"What the hell is going on in here?"Valentina's composure cracks the instant Rafael's voice fills the room, her hands still shaking from the force of shoving the tray away."Nothing," she says, too fast. "It slipped.""It slipped," Rafael repeats, flat, disbelieving, eyes moving from the spilled soup to the fear still plain on my face. "You expect me to believe that.""Rafael—" Adriano starts, something careful in his tone."No." Rafael's voice sharpens. "She's recovering from a gunshot wound, Valentina. What is wrong with you?"Valentina's mouth opens, closes, something desperate and unraveling behind her eyes. "You want to know what's wrong with me? Fine. I watch you two." Her voice climbs, cracking at the edges. "I watch the way Adriano looks at her when he thinks nobody's paying attention. I'm not blind. I'm not stupid. I've given him years, and he can't even look at me the same way anymore."The room goes silent."Valentina." Adriano's voice comes out low, tight. "Not here.""Th

The dining room smells like roasted garlic and something slow-cooked and rich, the kind of dinner that takes hours and announces itself long before you reach the table.Vittorio is already seated at the head when we arrive, Enzo beside him, both of them composed, unhurried, as though the last week never happened at all."Sit, sit." Vittorio waves a hand toward the empty chairs, warm, easy, the picture of a man who has never once in his life been unsure of his welcome. "I asked them to prepare rabo encendido tonight. You've all earned something proper after that ordeal."The servants move through the room, setting plates, ladling the braised oxtail stew with practiced efficiency, the smell deepening as the lids come off, rich and dark and heavy with spice. For a moment, the simple comfort of food does what nothing else has managed since Turks — it makes the room feel almost normal."Elena." Vittorio's eyes find me across the table, warm, solicitous, the concern in his face immaculately

Valentina's breath hitched at his command, a surge of triumph mixing with her arousal. She leaned forward, her lace-clad shoulders brushing against his thighs as she took his dick in her hand.Adriano's breath caught in his throat, his head falling back slightly as her lips wrapped around dick. She worked him slowly at first, deliberately, her tongue tracing patterns that made his fingers tangle in her hair. The room filled with soft, wet sounds and his low, guttural groans."Fuck," he muttered, his hips involuntarily jerking forward.Valentina hummed in satisfaction, the vibration making him twitch against her tongue. She increased her pace, bobbing her head with practiced rhythm, one hand cupping him while the other gripped his thigh for balance. She could feel him hardening further, could taste the salt of his cum, could sense he was close.But she didn't want him to finish like this. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.She pulled back slowly, letting him slip from her lips wit

The mansion is quieter than I've ever heard it when I get back.I drop my bags near the stairs and stand in the hallway a moment, listening to nothing."Where is everyone?" I call, not expecting much.Adriano appears at the end of the corridor, jacket off, sleeves rolled, phone in hand. "Valentina went to her mother's. The others are at work." A pause, looking at me with something measured. "Enzo is…God knows where.""You called twice.""Training was supposed to start an hour ago.""I told you I had a meeting.""You did," he says. "Come on."……..The range sits on the east side of the property, a long, shaded stretch of open ground with targets set at varying distances, the kind of setup that says this family has always needed to be good at this, and never pretended otherwise.Adriano moves through the space the way he moves through everything, like the environment already knows to arrange itself around him. He hands me a gun without ceremony, checking first that it's cleared and load

My breath hitched. The table was a mess of his art, his work. It felt sacrilegious. And yet, the command sent a thrill of dark, forbidden excitement through me. I obeyed, turning slowly, my movements languid and deliberate, feeling the weight of his gaze on my back, on the curve of my ass.I placed my hands on the cool, scarred wood, my fingers brushing against a dry, stiffened paintbrush. He shifted his position, moving to kneel between my legs. He took his time, simply looking at me. The most intimate part of me, exposed to his artist’s gaze. I should have felt embarrassed, but I didn’t. I felt worshipped. He reached out, his fingers gently parting my folds. I was already slick with desire, my body aching for his touch. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure male appreciation.“God, Elena,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “You’re so wet for me.”He didn’t wait for a reply. He lowered his head, and the first touch of his tongue against my clit was like a bolt of lightning. My en