All Chapters of A Deal With The Mafia Queen: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

DAMONWhile her statement reminded me that I was very close to avenging my brother, I was still in shock from the last time I saw Selena in a conscious state. The scenes from that dreadful day kept playing in my mind and one particular thing was unforgettable… the slap her grandfather gave her.Nodding in reaction to what she had just told me, I wondered what kind of ill relationship was between her and her grandfather that would cause the old man to be more focused on insulting her than helping her with her injury.Honestly, it is just messed up. But, I am glad Selena survived the gunshot wound because she had lost a lot of blood before an ambulance arrived. And I hoped the troubled people that witnessed the bloody day were okay.My eyes occasionally landing on Selena who was having hushed discussions with Lucius, I recalled that the husky man had made mention of the President being back in the capital.I was no fool. It was evident that they were talking about the President of Pobla

DAMON Selena's thighs shivered greatly and I could feel the vibration against my ears as she wrapped her legs around my neck. Her lower body jolting, she silently begged for more. While I was trying hard to make sure her injury area was not affected, my lips kept savagely eating her out. Without mercy, I made sure to explore all of her sensitivity. And the continuous moans, the shiver in her body, and occasional pleas dropping from her mouth were enough evidence that I was doing something right. My hands still holding her waist securely, my head began to bob as I licked all of her seeping juices, my action pushing her to the brink of pleasure. My mind, which was temporarily void of memories I didn't wish to dig up, was feeling proud as well. While I was trying to kick back the growth in my pants to focus on the lusciousness of her dripping pussy, I decided to put my all into that steamy moment. I decided to pleasure Selena in ways I didn't think I could. I must say... Ever s

DAMONMouth pried open in horror, the leader of The Pretties Gang placed his hands over his chest. Then he looked straight at me. As his shiny forehead deepened with a frown, his chest began to ooze blood, the reddish fluid coating his fingers. Soon, coughing noises filled the room.Felix’s feet became unstable and he began to stagger until his back hit the mattress behind him. From there, his soul began to leave him and I finally became aware of the scrambling in the room.I could feel a great tremble in my hands as the gun in my hold dropped to the ground as though my touch hurt it. Then, with my mind falling into serious jeopardy that I couldn’t for the love of my life sort out, my head darted toward Selena who had swiftly rolled to a side before the leader could stab her.Our gazes stayed locked for several seconds. And again, the chaotic feet around us that were trying to find a way to escape the gruesome moment became faded. All I could hear at that moment were my thickening bre

SELENAI was joking about the sex on the beach but Damon appeared to take me seriously. His dark eyes swept over my body, the man took a step closer and his exhilarating scent reached my side. I was about to utter a word when his hand found the back of my head. The next second, he pushed his lips against mine and began to ravish the flesh of my lips as though it were a meal.“Da…” I could not complete his name nor could I pull away as I intended to. Soon, he was jamming our bodies, igniting the desires that were waiting to be unleashed. As I gave up my intention to pull away, my head tilted to the side and I gave him more access to my lips.With great fervour, our lips clashed, our tongues met and we increased the contact between our bodies even more. I could feel the way Damon’s arm circled around my waist and I appreciated that touch.The way he holds me every time we are intimate makes me feel comfortable and reassured so much that it sometimes scares me.To match his pace, I wrapp

SELENA With his other hand, Damon began to trace lines on my back. They were lines that pulled up my shirt as they advanced. The faint contact his fingers had against my skin and the painfully unhurried kiss made me realize what Damon meant by his words. Fear gripped me suddenly and I broke the kiss. My stare into Damon’s eyes intensified and I saw that look… the very one I saw the day I cuffed him to a chair as a way of spicing things up. That very look told me that Damon considered our erotic moments to be something more intimate. Gulping hard, the fingers on my right hand began to feel sweaty and my joints seemed to freeze. “Hey…” Damon called gently, his dark eyes glistening with more desire in that illuminated room. I was still gripped by slight terror when he planted a kiss on my exposed collarbone. Looking right at me after, he asked, “What is wrong?” “Uh…” My gaze quickly darted toward the huge ass painting in the room. “Nothing.” The hold he had against the back of my he