All Chapters of Game With The Mafia King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

NerthusBy the time he lets me move to lie on the bed, I feel like I’ve lost my ability to think clearly.I absolutely love the fact that he goes to wash his dick as he doesn’t want me to risk getting any infections.He can act tough all he wants, but he did get soft.Closing my eyes shortly, I take a deep breath.As I feel the bed dip, I turn to him and lift myself off the bed. He claims my lips hungrily, pushing me back into the pillows on the bed.As my hands travel down from his shoulders to his back, I notice that he is already naked. Groping his ass, he groans against my lips and moves between my legs, spreading me for him.“You will feel me for days.” He smirks slyly, my laugh turning into a gasp as he pushes into me.“Yes!” I moan, moving my hands behind my head.While rocking my body, he pushes my elbows down, making me move my arms.“Don’t get your hands off me.” He growls, having me move my hands up his arms again.Grabbing the headboard of the bed, and wrapping his other a

Nerthus“Ouch,” I groan, trying to lift the death weight off me. “You are heavier than you seem.”Danny wails with his head hanging. “I’m sorry, Ambaaa.”“Oh my God, Danny. Are you drunk?”He starts groaning and sobbing, and I try to calm him before he wakes up the entire house.“Shhh. Danny.” I finally get him to stand up, even if it seems hard for him to keep his balance.“Come on, let’s get you some water,” I whisper, closing the door and pushing him into the kitchen.Looking at the bar stools, I am pondering over whether I should better take him to the couch. “Can you sit…?”“Sure,” He answers full of pride as he hops onto the kitchen island. “I learned that a long time ago.”I laugh, turning to take a bottle of water out of the fridge.As I hand him the bottle, he sighs deeply, letting his arms slump into his lap. “I’m sorry Amber. I didn’t know where to go.”“It’s okay, baby. You can come over whenever you need to. Now drink!” I cross my arms, gesturing to the bottle in his hand

Arawn Thank you for the flowers.I laugh at my own simping as I knock on the door. “Danny, open up!”He doesn’t respond, and I knock against it once more.“Come on! Open this door.”Turning at the door handle, I click my tongue. “You surely don’t want Amber to have a broken door, don’t you?”This bait works, as I hear a low click, and can finally open the door fully.Disclosing a teenager sulking while sitting on a small couch, I nearly have to laugh but I keep it in.I urgently need to leave here.“Danny! What are you doing?” I ask him as I close the door behind me.The room is a small library mixed with an office space. It is cozy, even if it fits the sterile style of Nerthus’ taste in interior design.Sitting down in an office chair, I roll to sit next to Danny. “Are you still feeling unwell?”He shakes his head, still avoiding my gaze.“How much did you drink last night?”I get another non-verbal answer as he shrugs.“Danny!” I lean forward, propping my elbows on my knees. “Were

Nerthus “Relax,” Arawn says annoyed, taking his cigarette package out of the inside pocket of his coat. “I got your message loud and clear. I just needed him away as long as possible because my head is killing me.” Taking a pull of his cigarette, he looks into the distance. My heart squeezes in my chest as this isn’t the message I intended for him to get. Yet, I was never the type to give such messages. I wouldn’t deserve to be this type of woman, and he surely is better off without me troubling him with all my emotional baggage. It’s shoved deeply down, and this is where it should stay. I really can’t risk having it spilled just because I can’t seem to keep my emotions in check with him. And still, my tongue itches to ask him about his card and his text. About what he meant exactly. I know that I’m being stupid, and I’m continuing to convince myself that I’m interpreting it wrong, as I’m just acting like a love-sick teenage girl. So unprofessional. Men would do anything fo

Nerthus “Why don’t you take your brother as well? We will just not give him any candy.” I ask him, and he rolls his eyes.“No way. He is a total pain and such a crybaby. All a mama’s boy. Ugh, I was closer to my dad. Just like Arawn was.” He smiles proudly, and I squint at Arawn as he scoffs.“Danny…” Arawn warns, putting out his cigarette.Danny sways his head from side to side. “We have many things in common. Both our fathers came from Wales.”“Oh, wow!” I say, listening as he continues to explain something geographically to me that I don’t quite understand.“But I can talk Welsh, but he never learned.” He turns to me, leaning in while lowering his voice as if he were to tell me a secret. “But it isn’t his fault. He did take him in too late.”“Danny!” Arawn barks, making us flinch, and I fear that even the fisherman sitting on the rails next to us was about to fall into the water because of the scare.Danny starts talking what could be gibberish from what I know as I don’t understan