All Chapters of Game With The Mafia King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

NerthusLifting the fabric of my gown lightly, I get onto the terrace. I hug myself instantaneously as the cold breeze kisses my skin painfully.While I step forward to the glass railing, I can hear the people around me chatting happily. The glasses clink, and the banquet staff serve small but still exclusive treats. I caress a strand of my hair behind my ear, fighting against the upcoming wind.“What a view. Who the hell would leave such a beauty all by herself?”I chuckle as I face the blonde sunny boy who is trying to hit on me. “My companion was just called for urgent business, so… there is no need to worry about me.”“Aaah.” He flashes me his pearly whites, tilting his head at me. “What a lucky companion.”Mirroring his smile, I turn to walk away, making him shout after me. “Hey, you didn’t even tell me your name.”“I’m sure you will be fine, even without it.”I step into the warm banquet hall and smile as I find Arawn standing in the corner. As soon as I have reached him with fa

NerthusWe stay quietly watching Harvey and Jensen, as the creep is called, bicker about nonsense. Emily is laughing cutely while I try not to collapse under the burning gaze of Arawn.It feels like hours have passed as the elevator finally arrives. Emily takes advantage of the new established proximity and leans onto me.“Amber, right?” She says with a big smile, and I nod.“It’s so nice to have an actual girl with me here.” Leaning in, she shields her mouth with her hand, “You know, rather than just the hostess.”Oh, babes, if you knew. Her eyes sparkle amazed as she looks at me cutely. “Yeah! I’m looking forward to seeing this round.”“Oh, you won’t be disappointed.” She says in a boasting tone, and giggles. “I hope you like cocktails.”“Actually, I love them.” I smile at her, clenching my clutch and she squeals lightly. “Perfect, then.”Clearing my throat, I try not to blend out her listing her favorite ones as I do my best to withstand Arawn’s angry gaze.What did I ever do to y

Nerthus “What’s wrong?” I ask as soon as he sets his eyes on me.He puts his hands in his pockets, looking at me as if I was a stupid cockroach he is about to crush.“Arawn, what’s wrong?”“Why should there be anything wrong?”And we are back with questions instead of answers. “Your eyes,” I gulp, sliding forward to sit on the edge of the couch. “It’s been a bit since you looked at me like that.”“Look at you how?” He asks me, his angered gaze looking right through me.“With disgust,” I whisper. He doesn’t react to it, and just stays silent, watching me intently.Forcing a smile, I set down my drink and get up to my feet. “Did you lose?”He scoffs, looking to his side before looking back at me. “Why would that matter?”“It doesn’t.” I answer, shrugging.“You can’t take any other clients.” His growl causes my skin to cover in goosebumps, and I keep myself from caressing my arm.“I know.” I say, tilting my head at him.He steps closer to me, his hands still in his pockets. “And no dat

Nerthus I can’t wrap my head around how many times he fucked me after saying that he loved his name since I had started to call him that.My body isn’t responding to me anymore, and I feel exhausted, my pussy clenching his cock tighter every time.But the thing that pains me the most is that he hasn’t talked since he said that to me.And I haven’t gotten any compliments.He is not even looking at me, and his gaze went straight through me when he did.He mostly takes me from behind, as if my gaze would burn his skin in some way.“Arawn,” I whisper, getting him finally to look at me. “Usually, men tend to come rather fast, and I was always glad about it. But with you it is different. I enjoy your stamina so damn much. I don’t seem to get enough, and every time I feel you are about to come, I beg for just another bit…”Taking a deep breath, I chuckle, “Even if I’m exhausted.”I gulp, and he frowns at me. “Why are you telling me that?”“I just wanted to get it off my chest.” I shake my h

Nerthus I gulp down the last bit of pride in my body as I walk towards the reception in my torn dress.“Good morning, ma’am.”“Good morning,” I answer, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear that must have fallen out of my ponytail. “Can I ask you to get me a taxi?” She nods, smiling politely. “Sure.”“With a female driver, if possible.” I lay my hand on the cold granite of the counter, and she nods again, this time with her eyes full of pity.What a time to be alive. “Of course, ma’am.”“Thank you so much.”As the taxi arrives it is indeed a female driver, and I get in with a smile, reciting my address.We spend the ride in silence, but I sense her looking at me through the rearview mirror from time to time. She parks in front of my block, but I freeze as I’m about to get out.“Could I ask you for a big favor?”“Of course, my dear.”I smile, leaning my hand onto the leather seat. “Would you get into my building to see if there is anybody around… That could see me like this?”With