All Chapters of The Mafia And The Fake Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alessia Romero ------ My heart was still holding to the pain he caused me. I was in a desperate need to at least know why he used to hurt me, because if he was gonna keep kissing me, I would look like a fool to forget what he did to me. Yes, in my life, I never let something slide until I hear an explanation or an apology. Even though it was clear that he hated me for being associated with Marco, somehow I hungered to hear from him. There was something that was not making sense, Romeo once suffocated me to death trying to get information from me. And later it turned out that he knew Marco and they worked together. He could have been trying to see if I knew anything about it so I wouldn't tell Rodion, or he was trying to hide something darker from everyone. Which I couldn't point a finger. My mouth was sealed. I was seated beside Rodion who was busy driving. The comfy of the seat made my nerves relax but the tension between us was still strong. Even with all kissing and hugging, th

Alessia Romero-----I sat quietly on the grey couch in the sitting area. I had been struggling to pick up where I left off with my cartoon art but my brain couldn't sprout ideas. I kept erasing and picking up again and the same shit went on and on.I sighed in frustration as I poked my head. Maybe I was too eager for nothing. But God knows I needed to gather my brain cells together and draw, or else my dream was to be shattered permanently."Who is Frederico?" Rodion's deep voice caught me looking up. He stood beside me holding a phone where his face was buried on. The phone was none other but mine.Frederico was our neighbour, that cute bad boy neighbour who you would wish to just have their number. Well, Carina was once hitting hard on him until we saw a girl walk out of their house, with Frederico holding her intimately."My neighbour." I nearly got up but he occupied a seat across from where I sat. "Why? has he been calling?"He never bothered

Alessia Romero ---- We are all fools in our own ways, that was something that I had confirmed when I hesitated to leave the room. I had a choice to flee, it was as simple as to open the door and step out, but no, I stayed. "Come here, Alessia." His voice possessed too much power that caused my nerves to flutter. To disobey him was way too hard for me. So I turned to him. I strode to him like an obedient puppy. It was funny how I had to do as he always ordered. I wondered if he would also do what I mandated, but I was probably jesting myself. "Tell me..." He stepped in and my eyes followed his own. His hand reached to my cheek. He swept the hair strands off my face in a manner that left me warm. I could feel my cheeks churning with the radiating heat. "...do you know I am a man?" I nibbled my lower lip and then found my voice. "I was looking at your tattoos and the scars." I silently murmured as I briefly gazed at his skin again then back at his ey

Rodion Konstantin MATURE ----- I craved to see every corner of her beauty. She was created to be a goddess who fell right in my hands. I admit that I never imagined her being nothing but an enemy, but looking down at her made me regret the days I was busy wasting. She was a beautiful flower. My flower. Her hazel eyes were on me as she followed my actions. I couldn't grasp a better start on how to handle her cause I desired every part of her. "You are beautiful." I meant it. She was satisfying my lust. To think I only thought I could be satisfied by seeing people get hurt or bleed as they begged for my mercy, made me look stupid, because the girl under me was indulging. I wanted her, all of her for me. I knelt beside the bed and pulled her by her thighs so she was close to the edge. My senses wanted to bow for her, I wanted to taste her while on my knees. She gasped and trembled when I kissed her inner thighs. She always responded to my sinful

Alessia ____ I am a slut. You might be wondering why I suddenly labeled myself as a slut but I had a reason. I was craving to feel his hardness buried in the depth of my walls again. I had times without numbers when I had to squeeze my thighs to stop the sinful feeling between my legs. One thing that Carina forgot to mention to me was the after-desire. The overwhelming longing couldn't allow me to think of anything else but him, his cock, and the night His mere presence made me want to take it for myself. I was not exaggerating because I had to avoid him in order to control what I was feeling. They call it lust. But even my heart and every single part of my whole being wanted him. So bad. I unbuckled the safety belt and then sighed. We were on a plane which we had docked ten minutes ago and the sudden travel was unknown. I never asked where we were suddenly going, I just followed the moment. For once I wished he would decide to go for business