All Chapters of The Mafia’s Temporary Bride : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alek didn’t flinch. Instead, he put a foot forward, then another with the precision of a stalker who had found his prey. The look in his eyes scared and excited her. She made for the door, but he was faster, grabbing and pulling her against his chest. She struggled, her front rubbing against his hardness. “You don’t know anything—”He cut her off with his lips, punishing her with the kiss as he held her head in place. Her mind fizzled until nothing else made sense to her. His tongue pushed into her mouth, dancing around every corner. She kissed him back, just as hard, to punish him. But he only deepened the kiss. Edging her backwards without breaking the kiss, she gasped when her back hit something firm. Her hands wandered over his body, her mind too fuzzy for her to decide what exactly she wanted to do with him. He squeezed her ass, his lips trailing down the corners of hers to her neck. Her body buzzed. She was on fire

Maksim’s head throbbed. His vision blurred as he got into the backseat of his car and slammed the door. Ivan started the car immediately, and the journey to Sin City began. A call after Camilla’s had him taking an impromptu trip to Nightfall Hills.The tip was wrong, and the caller paid for it with his life.No one knew he was searching for Sofiya. Ivan had driven him into the neighbouring city without an idea why they were there. He could always explain it as a business deal, but he owed no one an explanation. Part of him considered Sofiya dead. The other half hoped otherwise. He wanted so badly to believe what Doris told him as a child. That she was gone. Dead. Believing his mother was dead was easier than thinking she was alive. It would give him hope, and he didn’t need hope. But if Papa would say nothing, he had to do something of his own. Where was she?Maksim stared at his hands, bile running through his throat. For the first time since his mu

Maksim woke up first. His neck was stiff from the position he had laid all night, and the knife in his socks poked his ankle. It was still too early in the morning. The sun hadn’t set, but the moon had given way for brighter clouds. Camilla was asleep on the blanket while his back rested against the tree. He wasn’t sure how they came to be in this position after fucking last night.Her dress bunched at her thighs, and the fluttering wind pushed it above her ass. He kicked off his shoes and placed the pocketknife at the foot of the tree. The kink in his necks melted with each careful turn. He continued the rotation until his neck became less stiff. On his knees, he crawled to her, his legs on either sides of hers. His morning erection poked his zipper, and her round ass beckoned on him. He owed her a massage, or preferably a spa treatment. But right now, he had to wake her up.The cold air made his nipples hard. His hand disappeared between her legs, and she moa

Camilla blinked. Did she hear Alek right? He continued staring at her, waiting for her to speak. No, no. He couldn’t do that.“What?” she said.“You don’t know about this, Cam.”“It’s too risky, Alek. They will know.”Camilla’s heart thudded. The excitement from editing the pictures flew out of the air vents. Murder was nothing for him or his men, but she didn’t like knowing he had to commit it. With Papa hell bent on kicking her out of Sin City, murdering one of his closest friends was a horrible idea no matter what he had done to Alek or her.“Why?” she asked, knowing she might not get an answer.There were some things he would never tell her for her safety. She wasn’t so sure if she enjoyed knowing about Viktor’s impending death. She had learned enough from him to know Viktor wasn’t a good man, almost as dangerous as her father-in-law.Alek’s we

The meeting with Dr Vera went better than Camilla expected. The doctor was nice and sympathetic to her. She had even suggested rerunning the tests. According to her, some of these tests could be wrong. Camilla didn’t mind. Maybe she was being too hopeful by expecting a different result, but she didn’t care. Alek was up for anything as long as she wanted it, and she would take full advantage of his kindness.Today was a lazy day. No rehearsals. Surrounded by books, yet she wasn’t up for reading. She let her head drop to the couch, her eyes glued to the painted ceiling. It was a scene from one of her favourite books.Alek paid too much attention to her needs than she ever did to his.The door creaked open, but she didn’t shift or change position. Someone sank into the couch, the cologne telling her all she needed to know. Soft lips came down on her throat, sucking the skin softly. She hissed, her fingers sinking into his hair.“Are you