LOGINShare
Madness Love
Last Updated:
2023-02-08 22:41:22Lyana
How to start something I don't even know how to talk about, the worst taking over and the abstraction of happiness moving further and further away in search of a safe place to hide from everything, from so much dirt.
This is how I ended up sitting here looking at the sea and the infinitude on which the horizon lies when my heart breaks more and more as I feel the grains of sand instead of feeling your hand against mine. Tired of the way everyone always expects me to participate in everything and be somehow trying to talk or participate in some group when the pain is so much greater. My friends expect you to overcome because of so many achievements but none of them guaranteed that you would stay, none of my words convinced you to be here. I lift my body from the sand feeling the grains crumbling and out of sheer selfishness I wish you were feeling this way, I don't want to be the only one missing something so perfect.This is our flaw - we are too perfect for each other, unable to deal with glaring defects, holding each pain in our throats just to maintain mistrust instead of building something solid between us.Now with my back to the sea that reminds me so much of your irises I feel the tears falling, my throat closed as even your gaze and like a ghost with every step. I am hungry, desirous, thirsty, but the one capable of feeding each of my soul's desires is too far away in his fantasies unable to provide the vision of reality to himself. How does one get lost within his convictions until he is blind to reality? Is this how truth dies? He took from myself the will and desire to run through life in a not so fragile way to realize how much I wished to be there between his arms. In the midst of misfortune our destinies crossed to finally be in this bed in the middle of autumn under a glass roof admiring the stars after making love like two desperate people. The cabin is all made of noble wood, making everything a little more simple, overshadowed only by the fireplace with so many different textures of the rocks that surround it, forming a protection for the ashes that try to escape from their natural path.Is this how we ended up here? Escaping from our natural destiny of bad weather by the longest way.Frustrated, I end up pulling the blanket a little tighter so as to be more protected, even if the only protection needed is in my heart. I started wishing I had the strength to overcome everything but this full-bearded man who now stares at me with hungry eyes about to devour me once again is the only one capable of destroying everything I have fought for. From the minimal sanity with which I started this story to the future that I have no greed for coming so soon.- Thinking too much girl. - Your deep, husky voice mixed with the strong smell of alcohol intoxicates me His fingers trace the lines I hate most on my own face, those expression marks that indicate that time neither fails nor delays the consequences. I close my eyes cruelly affected, if we leave here to return to a painful state by itself I will still hold my head high in the face of everything, especially him....- It is a common evil. - I answer opening my eyes and finding brown blending with a green that hides.He is a forest hidden between the subway stations, between each avenue, the light brown becoming green in moments as hot as these.- Let me think about the consequences later," his fingers start to curl the curls that fall down my back.Soon the stroking passes over my shoulders and goes in the direction of my breasts covered by the warm blanket.
- I wasn't thinking about them. - I say sincerely. - And what were you thinking about? - My sweet angel," he whispered, coming closer.His warm, soft, silhouetted mouth fell on my collarbone in a subtle but eager movement that burned every cell in my body.- On the beach ... on how the sand between my fingers is able to calm the tidal wave of my beliefs and doubts. - I sigh letting the words fill the silence as I grab the strands of his hair by the nape of my neck, searching for an anchor in reality - and in the frustration caused by our mistakes.I finish speaking, delivering for the first time in months the raw truth about everything that is going on in my mind. Our gazes meet waging a contest, I am overcome as I am flipped onto my back on the bed opening my legs to welcome him between them unable to close my ankles around his wide hips, the weight stealing the ability of my breathing as it excites me. I sigh surrendered, feeling the firm hand of scarred calluses open against my cheek coming down to squeeze my neck, I close my eyes surrendered as our breaths meet. - We are so hypocritical, so sick and strange. - his statement takes me by surprise-and yet, here we are, caught between the painful weeping of this realization and the painful pleasure caused by our feelings.I open my eyes, needing to find him.- Is our love so flawed? -I ask- We are flawed, angel, why do you expect a feeling to be perfect?Because the reality is that from the moment I met his eyes in that hospital bed I feel as if the world is only his, commanded by him in the midst of the chaos that has transformed my life. The simplicity I had during any moment of the day is now a cold war between the feelings I struggle to get rid of, for he is destructive like the sea air is against iron. A drug seeped into my bloodstream causing a withdrawal. His strong fingers come against my jaw squeezing hard attracting all the attention to himself, his strong body imposes itself quickly over my legs stretched out on the sand, the cold of the sea of Okhotsk does not freeze my bones as his intense gaze burns every one of my insides.
- Yurich. - I murmur helplessly.- As much as I imagine I can, Lyana, there is no possibility of you getting rid of me the same way I fell over the precipice of loving you, you are chained to the hell of being mine.I sigh, bewitched by the man who holds even my dreams, we are sick, we are lovers, we are in love, but we are crazy enough to live a love in the middle of the mafia.Related chapters
Predestined for the Mafia Boss Unexpected
Yurich Counting weapons in the shed in Kislokan at the abandoned site set up for us to use as an ammunition counting point, far enough from prying eyes and close enough to my eyes."Dobriev, look who it is. " I told my new UnderBoss, after discovering a few months ago that large loads were being hijacked from routes I quickly killed the idiots and put him in the highest office for being a loyal man.Rats persist in trying to take the throne, they are like a plague that infests and replicates through the sewers, they should know that sitting in hell burns and dying at the hands of the devil is miserable torture, for none of them will last long in my hands.No one should know that we are here, in other words, someone has given it away, at least I already have some names that I listed just to separate the weapons that will be sent to Brazil, the land where weapons are always missing."Boss I put safety devices in the shed, we can blow everything up with them inside" Dobriev spoke quickly
Last Updated : 2023-02-08Predestined for the Mafia Boss The Mystery Patient
Lyana As strange as it is I can't take my eyes off the man lying on the bed in front of me, his rhythmic beats should be something positive but the reality is that seeing the way the strong-bodied body is lost amidst the white sheets of the bed causes a pang of pain inside my chest. I sigh once again building up the courage to say a few words to her somehow I need to know that she is okay, to know that she will survive. Cassandra beeps an emergency message on my cell phone, I rush out to the hospital emergency room and find the pair of emergency responders bringing an elderly gentleman under the stretcher hurriedly, I put the stethoscope on promptly, doing a quick auscultation identifying the out of rhythm beat by some ventricular murmur. I nod to the nurse . "Call Doctor Michaels to the surgical center." I passed the order. Leaving the interns behind rushing to the surgical center, elderly patient unconscious, low heart rate, auscultation with ventricular murmur, and low pressure
Last Updated : 2023-02-08Predestined for the Mafia Boss Her
Yurich I ignore the cynical looks as Dobriev tries to appease my quest to know who the person is that was here inside this room with me, how his soft voice was able to call out for the demon I carry with me. The pain of my injuries begins to shuffle my thoughts, but not enough to ignore the entrance that causes complete silence within the room. I watch the nurse next to me finishing what she said was a medication walk away, the doctors whispering among themselves, I see a short woman wearing a blue uniform with short sleeves, the blouse too big for her and the loose pants giving the appearance that her legs are even smaller. The large cheeks and the different features gave away her nationality, she is not Russian, the dark eyes analyzing each of the machines monitoring my heartbeat until our gazes locked. The mixture of innocence with fire in the dark irises is surprising, as if she didn't know she had dark desires inside of her somehow this just ignited the wolf that wants to run to
Last Updated : 2023-02-09Predestined for the Mafia Boss Afraid
Lyana I slam the door of the rest room leaning firmly against my back, seeking to breathe deeply, that look of a grayish blue stirring with each of my structures and forcing me to maintain a professional facade. Somehow numbing from the moment this man came in here bleeding like an animal, I could feel the changes that would occur. Maybe it’s just the silly granddaughter of a Brazilian full of superstitions or some divine being trying to warn her to stay away from him. His acid words tried to penetrate every layer of my skin, I could not even pay attention to what colleagues were discussing despite having the notion, that for someone who suffered serious injuries, we did not expect him to wake up so early much less with such courage and strength. The many nurses around the hospital did not disguise their distrust of him, from what I understand Yurich Romanov is a man of great power and above all: dangerous. I release the air and inspire again seeking to calm the frantic beats, I hav
Last Updated : 2023-02-09Predestined for the Mafia Boss Punishment
YurichA child without love, a man without morals, and a life based on carnage is in this diabolical friend in which I am always being shaped, when something good or beautiful appears I have a perverse taste in touching. Unlike Midas does not become gleaming like gold but distorts into ashes heaped at my feet, destroying any goodness is easy, breaking beauty is as natural as dawn. Your innocent eyes cry out for the wickedness I carry with me, so why would you deny it? I analyze every trace of the beautiful face the dark threads falling so perfectly, a princess being poisoned by the belief of protection to the kind of heart. My little nymph sighs between the bed sheets. I inspire the delicate perfume completely obsessed with the vision of an unreachable paradise for a demon but at my fingertips, I would not let it escape. After I left that room I was quick to organize everything to get out of the hospital as soon as possible, a war was brewing within my territory, and standing on a
Last Updated : 2023-03-01Predestined for the Mafia Boss nightmare
Lyana I feel the warm touch against the skin as a slow caress, making my body match the firm and possessive voice is as tempting as the darkness in which I am enjoying rest. I sigh fighting against the heavy eyelids when the heat fades leaving only the empty place, the softness of what I recognize to be a fabric. But it is the pains spread throughout the body that attract all my attention, gradually I will regain consciousness of the unhappy night and feel the panic coming back with everything. I lift my body at once being taken by dizziness, I’m seeking to stabilize my breath is when I finally realize I am in a highly luxurious room. The huge bed covered by silky fabrics is lit by a beam of light between heavy curtains, I check my clothes in place before getting up, closing my eyes, and mentally thanking for having some sign that I was not abused. I want to believe that none of that was real and I’m just in some twisted nightmare, but it’s the cold ground against the soles of my fee
Last Updated : 2023-03-02Predestined for the Mafia Boss Scary
And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"I can't help this awful energyGod damn right, you should be scared of meWho is in control?I paced around for hours on emptyI jumped at the slightest of soundsAnd I couldn't stand the person inside meI turned all the mirrors around - Control - HalseyI closed my eyes forcefully wishing that somehow everything would turn into just another strange nightmare, even fighting these different sensations caused by being in the arms of a monster."Open your eyes Lyana. - Deep voice commands." Unable to disobey I see his look analyzing every detail of mine, I feel the excitement of before returning even more forcefully, I look away watching the same room in which I woke up. He seems to wait for some word from me, but I have nothing to say, finally let him stand and the strangest thing is to miss his warmth. "Don’t you dare do that again, I might not be so compassionate". I quickly turn my head to look at him I feel my cheeks b
Last Updated : 2023-03-04Predestined for the Mafia Boss indecision
Yurich I observe the map of the city exposed on the huge wall of the office, all the main points marked under our control, the growing irritation is a danger for men like me, especially in situations like this. This is no time to lose consciousness in the face of this invasion, an attack within my territory. I snap my fingers trying to put together the missing pieces to catch the traitors, but nothing but having a traitor within the organization goes through my mind, someone close enough to wreak havoc. I ignore her screams reverberating through the house even being bitten by this mosquito of indecision, why did you bring her here? "With a powerful throat like that I can bet you can swallow my cock." Dimitri’s voice only serves to annoy me, I do not answer his shit I do not feel like giving him more reasons for questions that I can not answer. I walk through the room and serve a generous drink before sitting on the leather sofa. My little brother follows my movements, taking away t
Last Updated : 2023-03-05
Latest chapter
Predestined for the Mafia Boss Desires At The Edge Of Paradise
YurichI hide the smile I want to display, moving slowly so that her attentive gaze follows every gesture. I take the bottle of liquid soap and pour enough onto the sponge to create bubbles. Not only that, but I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her permission. Lyana bites her lower lip, as she always does, and then she twists her hair into a bun that leaves her neck exposed. The permission I needed.I touch her soft skin gently, gliding the sponge along her back and returning to her shoulders. In a relaxed movement, she tilts her head back, exposing her full breasts, but her dark gaze carries a spark of challenge. I slide my hands down her bare torso, reaching the edges of her heavy breasts, caressing and gently squeezing, making her squirm.“I already told you that it’s not a good idea to challenge me,” I pronounce the same phrase against her right earlobe.She sighs, opening her eyes, and I smile to the side as I let go of the sponge. I caress her heavy breasts, trailing my fingers dow
Predestined for the Mafia Boss First Night Together
Lyana I feel desire slipping between my thighs, and I’m dismayed at how something so dirty can be so luxurious. I sigh, running a hand over my face, and finally awaken from a sleep filled with the strangest dreams I’ve ever had.Not only that, but I see a woman I can’t recognize but who seems capable of embracing her desires, independent and sexy—something I don’t truly feel like. The smell of brewed coffee fills the room, and I sigh happily, reminded of my childhood in Rio de Janeiro: my mother preparing breakfast while my father would pull each of my toes until, unable to hold back, I’d start laughing from the tickling.I toss the comforter aside, and, eager, place my feet on the floor, only to cry out from the cold that seeps into every part of my body.“LYANA!” His deep, worried voice reaches me first.Moments later, I see his broad, bare shoulders covered in tattoos, just as they were in my dreams moments before.“I smelled the coffee and imagined I was back in Brazil, like in m
Predestined for the Mafia Boss Good Idea
Lyana.My feet touch the polished wooden floor. The house is incredibly perfect, made of wood and glass, as if just these two elements were enough to create such a romantic environment. In the background, you can see the base of the snow-covered mountain, but inside it’s warm enough.I walk around a bit, admiring the modern touches of the decor, highlighting the fireplace and the wide sofa in front of a huge panel with a forty-inch TV. In the open space, a marble countertop makes the kitchen spacious and visible. I smile at the place, turning to face Yuri, but before I can say anything, I am silenced by his blue-eyed gaze.I swallow hard, biting my lips. The electricity conveyed by just a glance is enough to understand that there is no reason for us to be apart here. In slow movements, I watch as he throws his glasses on the floor and moves his hands to his button-down shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. Without looking away from my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh with each piece of b
Predestined for the Mafia Boss You belong to me
YurichThe defiant look is like a spark amidst dry coal, waiting for the right moment to turn fire into smoke and soot. Lyana has something inside her that overflows every moment we’re together as if the loss of memory were enough to bring this part of her to the surface.I place a leg between her smooth thighs, grabbing her hip and letting the fabric of her dress ride up a few inches from what I so desire to have. I press my knee against her intimacy, lifting her body once more with just that contact.She moans amidst the fear that shows in her eyes. I lower my lips to her soft ear, tracing the lobe with the tip of my tongue and, in the end, giving it a bite, making the hairs on her body stand up. I admire how her nipples become pointed when they harden.“The only problem with this desire of yours is that your husband is me, and you belong only to me, from your moans to the screams you will let out when my cock is buried in you.”I push her body away, leaving her with rapid breaths,
Predestined for the Mafia Boss Jealous
LyanaI don't look away from him, not even when he takes off his glasses, revealing his now-gray eyes. Even as I'm consumed by their intensity, I maintain firmness in my knees.“What's the problem, princess?” His deep voice reverberates in the small space.“Nothing,” I huff, raising an eyebrow and rolling my eyes.“It doesn't seem like anything,” he responds, trapping me between his hands pressed against the door and his body. “Especially acting like a spoiled teenager.”I open my mouth, boiling with anger at his accusation.“If I'm acting like a teenager, then you were acting like a single man, accepting those women hitting on you,” I say in one breath, raising my hand and pushing his muscular chest with the tip of my finger, even though I know it won't budge.Yurich raises his eyebrows, looking surprised.“And here I was thinking I was the more jealous one of us two.”“I'm not jealous, but that was disrespectful.”“Explain to me how I disrespected you, Lyana,” he says in a serious t
Predestined for the Mafia Boss Honeymoon
LyanaExcited about Yuri's idea, I opened the closet doors, looking at the clothes and feeling lost, not knowing what to take. I nervously bite my lower lip. I don't need to look; his presence is strong, and his scent fills the space, alerting my senses. His fingers brush my arms as he rests his chin on my head.For the first time in my life, I feel an indescribable happiness in being short. It's addictive—this sensation of being enveloped by his enormous body, like smoke filling his lungs.“What's the problem?” he asks in a low voice, sending shivers down my spine.“I don't know what clothes to take,” I confess.When his body moves away from mine, I feel a terrible chill, fighting the urge to pull him back like a needy child. His broad shoulders under the dress shirt highlight skin that's too tanned for a Russian, with a tattoo peeking out from the collar and dark lines painting his skin. His dark hair, longer in the back, mixes with some blond hairs on his nape, and I sigh, finally
Predestined for the Mafia Boss A traitor
Yurich I needed extreme self-control not to take Lyana to bed and have her the way I had desired since the first moment. I saw her at the hospital with her confident, professional demeanor, striving to maintain the same level of care, knowing I was different from the others. Her sweet lips, flushed cheeks, and the scent of vanilla in her hair made me shudder with a certain fear at the thought of the memories when I brought her to the recently purchased apartment. I used every means available, from her father's support to several thousand dollars, to set up the penthouse. I walked out of the apartment feeling like every piece of my body was made of salt. The coldness outside dissolved each piece, and I seemed to be nobody away from her—nothing but the same incurable emptiness.When the elevator doors open in the garage, I need to get into the car and rest my head against the steering wheel, trying to find some control. My mind feels like it could explode at any moment. I woke up to th
Predestined for the Mafia Boss like teenager
LyanaThe elevator doors open, revealing an immense lobby with beige decor and a ceiling over two meters high, natural light comes in through the glass wall covered with a shield dark enough to block the heat and hide who is inside. I feel the slightest touch against my waist and, encouraged, I take a few steps into the hallway. I bite my lip and follow the path to the left, reaching a kitchen fully equipped with stainless steel appliances. I smile a little.I return the same way, his constant presence at my side as if he were waiting for something. Near the glass wall, I find a huge wooden bookcase containing several books, a recliner, and a small side table. I flick through the titles, looking at the collections of books I've always dreamed of reading. I follow the path of the translucent wall, finding three doors, on the first right a simple but masculine office with dark blue and gray tones, a glass desk, and a black chair. The second on the right is a room with a double bed, spar
Predestined for the Mafia Boss Curious about us
LyanaI've been discharged from the hospital after a new battery of tests confirmed that there's nothing wrong with my brain. According to the doctor, a lack of oxygen may have been the cause. I feel a certain frustration at not knowing what has happened over the last few years, not remembering how I met Yurich or how I graduated in medicine.I finish brushing my hair and put the brush in my bag. As if marking the exact time, he opens the door, bringing with him a striking perfume and a gaze so hot that I have to look away in shame. I still can't believe I'm married to such a handsome man.His large hand finds my chin and I look up, admiring the smile that appears at the corner of his lips."Why did you suddenly lower your face?" He asks."I'm embarrassed around you." The truth comes out.I'm disconcerted and don't know how to remedy my own words, but it's the open smile that attracts all my attention. The calm way he brushes the back of his fingers against the sensitive skin of my lef
