Todos os capítulos de The Mafia's Illicit Obsession: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Livia SoleneI melt completely into the heat of his skin, my breath catching as his large, heavy arms wrap around my naked body, pulling me flush against his hard chest beneath the thick, tangled hotel duvet. The heavy, sweet scent of his cologne lingers on the pillows, wrapping around me like a cage I never want to escape. My skin still hums with the electric aftermath of his touch, completely ruined for anything else.It is utterly impossible to say no to a man like Dante. He strips away every defensive wall I spent years building, consuming every fraction of my attention with an intense, staggering devotion that leaves me completely defenseless.“Am I too rough?” he murmurs against my hair, his voice dropping into a low, raspy register of genuine concern as his lips press a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of my head.“No,” I whisper, burying my face deeper into the solid wall of his chest, violently shaking my head against his skin. I want to freeze time right here. I want to stay

Livia SoleneVincent has a crippling, irrational phobia of chickenpox. I learned that the hard way during our third year of marriage. The moment one of our private cooks accidentally showed up with a faint rash breaking out on her neck, Vincent went completely ballistic, screaming at the top of his lungs before firing her on the spot without a single drop of remorse. Later that same year, when we flew out to Detroit to visit his cousin and walked into a house where the kids were recovering from chickenpox, Vincent didn't even step past the front foyer. He practically threw me back out the door, dove into our car, and drove away like we were fleeing a crime scene, leaving me stranded outside on the curb.So, I decide to weaponize his own paranoia against him.Thank God for my obsession with art and makeup during my college days. Faking a vicious, full-blown case of chickenpox on my skin is an absolute walk in the park. I spend twenty minutes mixing stage blood and heavy crimson pigment

Livia SoleneIt doesn’t take long for Dante to arrive. Every single stride of his long, powerful legs devours the distance, eating up the hallway until he is right in front of me in the blink of an eye. I scramble up from the swivel chair, my voice shaking with a sharp, defensive edge. “Is this a payment?!”He freezes, his dark brows knitting together in utter confusion. “What are you talking about, mi reina? And why are you suddenly leaving me?!”He moves to my chair and sits there. Before I can dodge away, he grabs my waist, pulls me right down onto his lap, and wraps both arms tight around my body, locking me against him like a physical anchor as if he’s terrified I’ll dissolve into thin air or run away from him, from this place.“Is this your payment for me to stay here?!” I demand, my chest heaving as my voice cracks. “For f*cking me?! Because I let you bang me not once but twice?!"“What?! No!” he barks, staring at me like I’ve lost my mind.“Then what is all of this?!” I gestur

Dante CortezI stand quietly beside the massive king-sized bed, completely unable to tear my eyes away from her. Livia looks so impossibly peaceful, deeply asleep, and completely unguarded while tangled up in one of my oversized black shirts. Her chest rises and falls with slow, rhythmic breaths, the lingering tension of the chaotic evening finally melting from her delicate features. A quiet, possessive warmth floods my chest, heavy and suffocatingly sweet.Tomorrow, I am going to tell her to leave her luggage here permanently. I want her things hanging in my closet, her shoes lined up by the door, so she never has to pack a bag again when she runs back here to San Diego. But even if she protests, even if she insists on bringing her suitcases back to that miserable cage in New York, it doesn't matter. I already know her exact measurements by heart. I can easily have a brand-new, custom wardrobe delivered and waiting for her every single time she steps off that plane.Suddenly, a sharp

Livia SoleneOf course I didn’t tell him. I couldn’t bear to utter the truth that the one person in this world who should have been my safest harbor, the woman who brought me into this life, was the exact architect of my misery. My mother’s voice is a poison that has quietly hollowed me out for years, constantly tearing down my mind, criticizing my body, and whispering that I am never enough.That venomous shadow is the reason Dante’s face stays locked in a hard, dangerous scowl the entire drive down to the coast. He is quiet, his jaw clenched, but his heavy hand never leaves my lap, resting hot and possessive against my thigh the whole way.When we finally arrive at La Jolla Cove, true to his word, the sprawling seaside restaurant is entirely empty. Not a single stranger is in sight.He kills the engine in front of the entrance, and before I can even blink, he is out of his seat and pulling my door open, his massive frame blocking the coastal breeze.“Don’t ever step out of the car w