All Chapters of Mafia's Dark Desire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"I can't!" she gasped out, her fingers tightening on his shoulders.Driven by the overwhelming friction, Rosa began to ride him. She increased the tempo with every second, lifting herself up and slamming back down against his lap. The sound of their wet, breathless impacts filled the tight space of the luxury car. Giovanni’s hands were completely frantic now—touching her ass, gripping her waist, cupping her breasts, then sliding up to frame her face. He couldn't decide where he wanted his skin to touch her next.He kept thrusting upward, his movements perfectly synchronized with hers, hitting every single spot inside her with an agonizing accuracy. Condensation and crystals of sweat began to fog the windows, blurring the outside world into nothingness. Rosa leaned her head back, her breasts bouncing with a renewed, frantic rhythm as she rode him from side to side, exhausting them both with the sheer intensity of the pleasure.Needing a deeper angle, Giovanni suddenly gripped her waist

"It’s only going to be for a year," Rosa explained quickly, her fingers nervously curling into the fabric of his shirt as she watched his expression. "I want to get my education in fashion design. I want to follow in my mom’s footsteps, Vanni."Giovanni stared at her for a long moment, the initial shock slowly fading from his dark features. To her surprise, his gaze softened, a quiet pride replacing the confusion."I am happy for you, Cara," he murmured honestly, his large hands settling back onto her waist. "I am glad you found something you want to do. But—""There are no buts," Rosa interrupted firmly, pressing a hand to his chest."I said I am happy for you," Giovanni repeated smoothly, a faint smirk returning to his lips. He leaned in, completely dismissing the distance she was trying to keep, and began trailing hot, slow kisses along her collarbone again. "We can easily set up a private studio for you here. Bring the professors to the villa. Buy out a fashion house if that is wh

"You have no right to be the president, Mayor Yuri," He didn't even look up as he spoke, his thumb idly tracing the rim of his glass. "I know your history. I know you are half Korean, half Italian. You came to Italy fifteen years ago and started out working under my late uncle, Marco. You killed a lot of people to climb up his ladder. And I also know you stole from him."Mayor Yuri’s face instantly drained of color, his fingers tightening against his leather briefcase."Since my uncle’s death, the people who used his influence have scattered," Giovanni continued, finally looking up, his dark eyes fixed on the burning tip of the cigar in his hand. "Politicians, businessmen, high-ranking officers. All of them running like rats." He slowly leaned forward, his gaze locking dead onto the politician. "So tell me, Mayor... what secret was my uncle trying to keep away from the world?"Yuri swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he forced a weak smile. "I—I don't know what you're talking abou

Giovanni carried her over his shoulder down the winding corridors of the residential wing. A maid passing by froze."Sir—" the maid began hesitantly.Giovanni cut her off without slowing his stride. "Not now. I am busy teaching my fiancée some manners."He turned a corner and kicked open a door to a room Rosalia had never seen before. The villa was vast, filled with forgotten guest suites and private quarters, but this room felt entirely different. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, panic flared in her chest. The space was sleek, minimalist, and entirely soundproofed."What are you trying to do?" Rosalia demanded, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and sudden apprehension as he set her down on the edge of a massive, silk-sheeted bed. "Are you going to lock me up in here? Is this some kind of secret room?""You will see," Giovanni replied, his voice entirely devoid of his usual warmth."You better let me out of this place right now, Giovanni!" she yelled, sitting up and g

Rosa looked at him, her chest tightening as she took in his frozen, icy expression. "What? You want to talk about kids now?"He didn't know whether to be angry at himself for losing control so completely, or at her for taking away his choice.His jaw worked in a tight, furious rhythm. He stared at her for five agonizing seconds before he finally forced his hands into his pockets, his voice dropping into a flat, dangerous monotone."I have somewhere to be," he said, turning on his heel. "Uriel will take you to class today."Without waiting for her reply, Giovanni walked out. He showered, dressed in a sharp, dark three-piece suit, and stepped out of the villa with a small army of heavily armed men trailing behind him.As his car sped down the roads of the estate, Giovanni stared out the window, his mind completely consumed by the violent ambush from the day before. The list of people who would dare attack a car carrying his emblem was short, but every single name on it was highly danger