All Chapters of Mafia King's Unbridled Love : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Warning: Mature, sexual content! 18+ content: A few days later, Camelia's POV:Today, after dinner was done, I came to my room. I brushed my hair and went to the bathroom to get my night routine done.Changing into a t-shirt and a short, I went to the bed. When the bed was so fluffy, it took a minute to fall asleep. I lost in the dreamland holding the fluffy side pillow like it was my best buddy. I woke up from my sleep in the loud sound of a thunderstorm. It was midnight. I looked out through the window, it was not only raining. There was a raging storm going on outside. Everything was dark. The monstrous crashes of thunder followed by the flash of lightning from time to time. I clenched the bed-sheet so tightly like my life was dependent on it. My heart was beating so fast. I was alone in the room and I had astraphobia. Again a loud thunder roared making the whole room shake up. This time my body was trembling, tears were rolling down my cheeks. That's how much scared I was.

Camelia's POV:What happened I didn’t know. The maids smiled at me. Margo told me that Lucifer told her to move my things to his room. Lucifer was already out. Half an hour later, Melissa came. She came to my room with her medicine bag. She was wearing a black shirt and a blue denim. She looked unbelievably young for a woman in her late forties. "Hey, Melissa? How are you?" I asked her. "I am good, honey. What about you?" She answered smiling. "Hm. I am alright, I guess." "So, Lucifer called me. He told you to check your hemoglobin level and give you a long term contraceptive solution." She mentioned. I just nodded. "Sorry, I don't want to be invasive but sweetie I just say something to you. He is asking contraceptive for you. Does it mean, you both

Warning: Sexual content for 18+ mature audiences Camelia's POV:"Ahhhhh!" "Ahhhhhhhhh!" "Luciferrrrrr!" I was screaming his name. Lucifer carried me to the bathroom. We were about to take a shower. But now he was doing this. Water was streaming on us through the shower.  He picked me up by putting his hands under my hips, having me backed up against the wall of the shower stall. I wrapped my legs around his waist, he held me tightly by my hips as he thrusted inside my pussy. Each time he thrusted inside me, my breasts pressed against his hard chest. He hoisted me by my hips, then pulled his cock out and then thrusted it back in ago. "Ahhhh,"Lucifer kept thrusting inside me, while swallowing my moans by kissing me passionately.

  Camelia's POV:     Each time Lucifer had sex with me, he tore off the bra and panty I had on while stripping me. He had a thing for tearing my underwear. He insisted on buying more clothes for me. So, today he brought me to the shopping mall. He tried ordering online but he didn’t like anything on the online stores. According to him all the dresses online were cheap and crappy, they wouldn’t suit me. We were standing inside a store, one of the most expensive fashion brands. The saleslady rushed to us. But when her gaze fell properly on Lucifer, she swallowed. She was nervous and suddenly scared. Lucifer had an authoritative and domineering aura around him. His mere eyes could put people into tremors. "Sir, Ma'am, how may I help you? What type of dress are you looking for?" She politely smiled. She was most probably in her late th

 Camelia's POV: As soon as the car reached the mansion, I didn’t wait for Lucifer at all. I opened the door and ran inside with all my might. I didn't want to be with him. I wanted to stay alone for some time. While climbing the stairs in haste, my feet slipped and I fell on the stairs. My right ankle twisted in a weird angle and I bit my lip in pain. Tears gathered in my eyes. Thank god that my left hand somehow gripped the end of the banister, preventing any serious fall. Or else, I would be rolling down the stairs and died. "Are you okay, preciosa? What happened?" Lucifer ascended through the stairs at a lightning speed. He observed my leg with concerned eyes. His brows knitted in worry. He tried to touch my ankle to take a look but I pushed his hand. I was feeling scared of him to even let him touch me. It was the same hand that cut the man’s hands.