A Sin Called Love: My Father’s Debt, Mafia King’s Bride의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

Eva's POVMy father?For a moment, those were the only words I understood.His gaze dropped to my mouth. I turned my face away, but his fingers caught my chin and brought it back. Not hard. He didn’t seem to think he needed to hold me hard.“Look at me when I’m speaking to you, Evangeline.”Nobody spoke to me like that except my father.And nobody—nobody—had ever touched me this way. A strange jolt went through me as his thumb pressed against my lip. A current. Foreign. And deeply wrong.His thumb pushed between my lips, as if he meant to slip it into my mouth. In a blind panic, I bit down hard.I bit down as hard as I could, my teeth sinking into the pad of his thumb. Copper flooded my mouth. His blood or someone else’s, I didn’t know. A sound escaped him, low and startled, and in that split second I shoved both palms against his chest and pushed.I stumbled back, my hip catching the edge of the front pew. He barely moved, but his hand dropped.He looked at his thumb. A crescent of r

Eva's POVHe'd seen.The thought hit before I could breathe. I grabbed the gun and pulled, catching it against his jacket for one terrible second before it came free.The weight surprised me. Heavy, cold, solid in a way that made my wrists ache as I stumbled backward, the hem of the wedding dress catching under my heel.One step. Two.I brought my other hand up beneath the first and pointed it at his chest.“No.” My voice shook. I shook my head harder, as if that could undo the words I'd just spoken. “I will never marry you.”The pews erupted.Men surged to their feet. Jackets flew open. Suddenly there were guns everywhere, all of them pointed at me.Someone screamed. The congregation screamed. A woman yanked her child under a pew.My arms shook. My vision narrowed to a point. I could feel my pulse hammering in my fingertips where they pressed against the trigger guard, and the blood pounding in my ears drowned everything else out.I had never held a gun before.Now half the church w

Eva’s POVIt was my first kiss.I’d imagined it a thousand times. Outside church, maybe, with someone too nervous to ask. Or somewhere quiet, with candlelight and flowers. A gentle press of lips after a prayer. Something holy.This was none of those things.Mateo kissed me like he owned me. His mouth moved against mine, slow and deliberate, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips until they parted on their own. I didn't open them. They opened. My body made the decision without asking my brain, and by the time I realized what was happening, his tongue was against mine and my fingers were gripping the bloodstained lapels of his jacket.That strange current raced up my spine again, prickling across my scalp and drawing a faint shudder from me. But it wasn’t entirely fear. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew I wasn’t allowed to feel it.A sound escaped me. Small. Involuntary.And then his lips curved against mine. He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot on my mouth."My littl

Eva's POVMy head tipped back. A sound escaped me. Not words, not a scream. Something between a gasp and a moan, pulled from somewhere low in my stomach that I didn't know existed.My hand flew to my mouth.That came from me?Through the latticed screen, thin bars of light cut across us both. His hands, the blood on his cuffs, my white dress pooling around his wrists. Everything sacred and profane pressed together in one frame.“Good girl.” His voice was low and resonant, like the deepest notes of the chapel organ, with a hint of amusement.I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to slap his face. But my body had turned traitor. My thighs trembled, my back arched without permission, and every place he touched sent something electric through me that I had no name for.Even through the shame burning behind my eyes, I could tell: he was being gentle. His fingers moved slowly, deliberately, as if I were something that could break.The mafia king who'd walked in covered in someone else's blood

Eva's POVI spun around so fast my bare feet slipped on the marble.Three women.They stood in a loose half-circle behind me, blocking the corridor. Sequined dresses cut to the navel, dark lips, stilettos sharp enough to draw blood. Everything about them screamed expensive and dangerous. Next to them, in my borrowed silk nightgown with bare feet and tangled hair, I looked like a child who'd wandered into the wrong building.The tallest one had dark hair swept high and arms folded beneath red fabric straining across her chest. She looked me up and down, slow.Her stare made me want to cover myself."So you're the new one?" She tilted her head. "Mateo Accardi married a church mouse."The woman to her left raised a cigarette to her lips, took a long drag, and blew the smoke directly into my face.The smoke caught in my throat. My eyes stung, and I stumbled back, coughing until my ribs hurt. It was bitter and thick, nothing like incense."What a boring little virgin." She exhaled another