All Chapters of A Bride For The Mafia King : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Callahan"Hey, Brother," Antonio says when I open my eyes.He looks older than twenty-six. Already has gray hair at his temples. He's too fucking young to have gray around his temples.“You look like I feel,” I say."I should have been there.""So you could get shot up too?""So I could fight alongside you.""Fuck that. I'm glad you weren't there.""I'm glad you're alive.""I'm not going anywhere yet, Brother."“You can't control that,” he says, running a hand through his hair. I can. To some extent. Guilt gnaws at me, but I shove it away.“Did you get the problem solved?”"What? Oh. Yeah. It was nothing, really. Some stupid emails crossed and just nothing."“I'm glad Uncle David sent you, Antonio. It's better if you're outside of this. Like he is. It's safer."“I'm not a coward, Brother.”“I know that. But I don't want you in harm's way. This isn't the end. It's not even the fucking middle. And I've been thinking about this. I want you out."He stands, shakes his head and goes to cl

I kneel again, close the shirt and do the buttons like she had them. I don't want to. What I want is to hold her. To feel her skin against my skin. What I want is more. And until she's willing to give as much as I want, I won't push.No woman taught me consent and respect until her.She lays her head back on my bed and takes a ragged breath in, watching me carefully. I wonder if she was unsure if l'd stop.I slide off her, standing. I don't want to, but she needs to learn she can trust me to keep my word. I get the feeling she hasn't had many trustworthy men in her life.“That wasn't too bad, was it?” I ask, finishing with the last button."It was horrible. " She sits up. I grin, close one hand around her thigh to stop her from standing."Was it? Are you sure about that or are you are lying, Little Kitten?"“I'm not lying."“So, if I were to spread your legs and look at your sweet pussy, it wouldn't be wet?"She tries to pull my arm off, focusing all her attention on it."Tell me,” I

PortiaHe left me to eat alone after that strange proposal — can you call that a proposal? It surprised me and although Lenore took a tray into his study, I saw her return with it untouched before I went upstairs.I look at my ring now as I sit on the little Princess bed. It's pretty, the edges of the sapphires jagged and sharp like shards of glass. I like it. It fits. But the thought of marrying him makes my belly go funny. And it's not exactly a queasy feeling.Getting up, I pace the room for the hundredth time. I won't be getting any sleep tonight, although it's well past two in the morning. He hasn't come up either but for all I know he's not even on the island anymore. I heard a boat go out a few hours ago. Maybe he went back to the mainland.I open my door quietly. Still no guard outside. There's a lock on the outside but he hasn't used it. Yet. I'm wearing a pair of sweats and an oversized hoodie, along with a pair of ballerina slippers. I added these and a few others like it

CallahanShe's right about the whiskey. I've had enough.But I walk into my bedroom, slam the door shut and pick up the bottle there to drink some more.Because tonight, I need it.I place my gun on the nightstand and bring my fingers to my nose to smell her on them. The taste of her mixed with the taste of the whiskey makes me heady.My dick is still hard. I need to fuck. Maybe I should have fucked those women my uncle supplied all this time. I couldn't touch them though. Turned my stomach to think of it.Her though? Fucking Portia Esmeralda with that big mouth she doesn't know when to shut. Her whiskey eyes and tiny tits. Her pussy smelling like perfume and tasting like the sweetest thing I've ever tasted?Yeah. I could fuck her.I could fuck her for days.I shove my jeans and briefs off and switch on the shower because if I don't do this now, right fucking now and right fucking here, I'm going to go back into that room and fuck her so hard I'l rip her in two.I meant what I said. I

Callahan"Why? Why are you being nice?""I'm a nice guy." I give her a smile that's more a baring of teeth than anything else."Or is it that you fucked your whore last night like you wanted, and you feel guilty?""What?"That stops me."I heard the chopper go out. After you dragged me upstairs, I mean.""And you think I went off the island to find a whore to fuck?" Is she fucking serious?"Did you?""Would you care if I did?""I don't want any diseases."I snort, put my mug down and go to her. "I didn't fuck any whore. I didn't even leave the island. That was two of my men who went to the mainland."She looks at me, studies my eyes. Maybe she's trying to gauge if I'm telling the truth. Then she shrugs a shoulder like she could care less but I know better."I used my hand."It takes her a moment to catch on and her mouth falls open when she does.I grin. "I used my hand to jerk myself off. Is that what you wanted to know?""More than I needed to know, actually. Spare me the details."