His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

He watched as she licked off all of his cum from her face, savouring it like she had ice cream, and the sight alone drove him to the point of craziness.Where the hell had she been hiding this talent?Shaking his head, Senna reminded himself that he wasn't here to make her feel good in any way.He pulled her up to her feet and grabbed her roughly by the next, staring into her eyes as she gasped for air. "Senna..." She coughed out. "What the hell are you doing?" "Come here," He muttered under his breath and pulled her against him. Their skin was gilded against each other as he kissed her. He could taste himself in her mouth, and soon, he pushed her towards her bed. He caught her by the waist before she could topple over, lifting her before he tossed her into her bed. He climbed in after her and went straight to tearing the lingerie off her body. Balia was greatly annoyed as she had taken her time to wear this. He didn't even say anything about the underwear. She was sure

Balia's POVWell, it was none of my business. I felt Trey's presence behind me, and somehow, it was comforting.Trey cleared his throat, and Senna turned towards us, including the lady. Her laughter died in her throat. She leaned against the column right beside Senna and took a sip from her glass before turning to him. "Is she the new maid you were talking about?" "No," Senna replied, his eyes still trained on me. "She's not." And that was it? He didn't care explaining to this lady that I was the one he had locked up so he could have access to me whenever. That I had overdosed unknowingly on painkillers and have been rushed to the hospital? I snapped out of my brief moment of delusion, reminding myself that I didn't care either. Turning towards Trey, I ran my hand down his arm and blessed him with a sweet smile. "Thank you really. For bringing the clothes and for driving me home. For the painkiller, too. For something that nearly killed me, yours saved me." We shared

Senna left her alone as Balia had asked. She hadn't seen him for over four days. She felt really relieved.She never met him in the dining room, and she didn't bother to ask Tina. She didn't care if he got killed or something. In fact, she wanted that to happen so she could finally escape and find something to do.For the next three days, she felt better than ever. The headaches had stopped, and she spent more time with Tina, who took her around the house and showed her places around the mansion. It was more peaceful now than ever. This was what it felt like to be alone. Balia wanted this forever.And as for Senna, he immersed himself in work and was rarely home to even spare her a glance. Most of his nights were spent at his suite in one of his hotels around the country. He closed business deals, handled shipments, and made sure everything went smoothly. There were a few glitches in the way, but he was able to take care of it all. And whenever he returned home, it was usually really

Balia didn't reply to the text he sent to her. Senna didn't bother checking if she had replied to it or not. He had more important things to do. The only reason he forced himself to do this was because of the guilt eating away at his heart. All he had to do was make it up to her and make her see him in a different light.Senna slipped into the chair behind his desk and picked up a file. Rocco had printed it out at the meeting. It recorded shipping and logistics from other mafia groups from different countries and states. It had been printed to track Diablo's movements as they had gotten intel on the company that worked with him.But there was no trace of him. He had no idea if bothering about it was a hassle. Diablo was a snake and could strike at any time.He tossed the paper to the side and took out his phone to check on Trey, as it had already been over two hours since they left.Trey picked two rings later. "Boss.""How are things going?""Quite interesting. She's taking a ride o

Senna's POVI felt her before I saw her, and the urge to smell her rushed through me. I couldn't control myself. Immediately, I saw her wearing that dress and looking sumptuous. All I wanted to do was touch her and inhale her heady scent. But she was confusing me. Or was it me?These past few days of avoiding her had been shitty. Nothing seemed to please me. Not even the beautiful strippers at the club. I never really fancied any of them. All I did was watch them move their attractive bodies. It was enough to make a man's night.But none of that had happened since she vented. I had immersed myself in work, hoping I would forget about her in a day or so. But it was impossible. At every waking moment, all I thought about was her: the look of pain on her face as she spoke, the tears streamed down her cheeks as she broke down. I'd been left speechless, unable to act. I couldn't even comfort her or see her later to know what was wrong. Heck, I didn't have that in me. I was the least empa