All Chapters of Stolen by the Mafia King: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

[Juliette’s POV]The lobby was a sea of marble surrounded by white walls and nothing. We arrived at the elevator when Ralph sighed. “We'll have a receptionist.” Is that embarrassment? He’s embarrassed by the state of his lobby? That’s… adorable. I didn’t think he’d be embarrassed by such things. “And some couches,” I added with a smile.“And some couches,” he repeated with another sigh through his nose, his hand tucked into his pocket. “Jesus Christ…,” he cursed under his breath, embarrassment in his voice. Which broadened my smile. He is embarrassed. Is this why he’s never talked about his family or gets upset whenever I chanced upon some things about them? Then, it dawned on me: he wants to show me only the best sides of himself. So is he ashamed of the rest? I feel flattered. Yet at the same time, my heart clenched with a sour feeling. Doesn’t he trust me with the parts of him he thinks aren’t good? Trust that I would still love him for that? The light ping of the arriving e

[Juliette’s POV]“What do you want from me, Juliette?” Ralph stepped closer and lowered his voice. “Didn’t I say that ‘we need good venues’? Why do you think so?” To expand your family business, I replied in my head, using my silence as means of open defiance. “Lux Corp owns ninety-nine percent of these prospective spots. How do you expect us to not clash in this area? Goddamn it, I don’t want to fight with you in the middle of the street.” Ralph continued forward, rudely tugging me along. “Are you saying that I’m picking a fight with you unnecessarily?” I tried to pry my hand out of his but he held onto it strongly. He yanked me forward until our nose touched and he growled under his breath, “When you calm the fuck down, Juliette, you’ll recall seeing the legal rental contracts signed by legit business owners, who’ll be–and has been—paying Lux Corp the appropriate rent. I didn’t give them the space for free, if that’s what you’re thinking.” His minty breath was distracting me, s

[Juliette's POV]I reached for the opening of his pants. Buttons. The simplest kind of fastening. Yet… I can't… seem to get… it… out—oh God. His lips. They're on my breasts. Nibbling… sucking the plumpness of my flesh there. "Mmph!" A moan slipped from me. Another wave of bliss seized me. I paused to let the sensations simmer then I returned to his pants. The button is almost coming out—and I inhaled sharply His hands had slipped under my blouse and were caressing my abdomen, feeling, stroking and gliding, to and fro. God, his hands… Why do they always feel so good?I pushed myself forward, to feel more of his wet lips, and another moan of bliss escaped through my lips. A shudder later, my insides itched stronger.I pulled back slightly as my fingers sprang alive again, hurrying, pushing the button out of its latch. Finally, his pants came undone, and—ha!—Ralph slid those magic hands around my waist to my back as his lips moved lower…."Mmm…." I whimpered, feeling frustrated. I

[Juliette’s POV]So Monsieur altered the dress as I was doing hair and make-up. By the time I was ready to put on the star of his latest collection—a wedding gown that resembled the majestic grace of a waterfall of stars—he had trimmed the hem, tightened the waist, and released the plunging neckline. The result was a gown that snuggles comfortably around my bodice like a camisole, with soft, almost translucent fabric cascading from my waist. As the stylist gave the dress one last check, I looked at myself in the mirror, and my breath was taken away. Monsieur’s dresses are really a work of art: I look like some goddess in a dress sewn out of stars and mist, and a magical waterfall. When I stepped out of the dressing area into the light, everyone was staring in disbelief. “Purrfect…,” Monsieur whispered in awe. “Zis is my vision….” He gave me a light hug and pulled back. “You realised my vision, Juliette!” My lips were quivering as I spread them into a confident smile. Inside, it

[Juliette’s POV] The walls to the presidential suite are soundproof—extremely. And Ralph knows about it really well. “What was it you wanted to ask me, kitten…?” he breathed, blowing his warm breath against the bud of my clit. "W-What…?" I swallowed and inhaled sharply. What did I want to ask—I… I can’t remember—mmph! A shiver of heightened anticipation shot up my back. A tiny whimper slipped through my lips. My trembling lips, threatening to part and let out a moan of delight, but I wouldn’t let it. It’s embarrassing enough to have my thighs spread this wide—I could feel the plush back cushion of the couch against my knees. It’s even more embarrassing to feel his fingers spreading my wet folds and seeing his face buried deep between my thighs and feeling all his features pressing against my most vulnerable spot. Embarrassing and fucking hot at the same time. “Kitten…,” he breathed again in a warning tone, this time his lips came upon the swelling bud of my desires.