All Chapters of My Mob Father's Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sarah- David, let's go. – I say as I enter the club's main room, where a woman on her knees is giving him a blow job while some customers shout, “suck it! Suck it!”David smiles. He knows that I kept my eyes on the woman who hadn't stopped sucking him. The jealousy burns inside me, and I know he sees it in my eyes.David gets up, throws some bills at the woman, who looks astonished at the absence of that cock in her mouth, but quickly grabs the bills and leaves.David slowly puts his cock in his pants, without taking his eyes off me, picks up his coat, and walks towards me.I walk in front of him, and fill David's eyes burn into my dancing ass, tight in my dress, as I walk.We get into the limousine in silence. David pours himself a whiskey and offers me one, but I decline.When we enter my house, I furiously grab David's arm and turn him around.- What do you think you're doing? How come you kiss me, and then you behave like a spoiled child, a little playboy?David interrupts me b

SarahThat damn nightmare again. The most horrible night of my life and the most horrible day turned into bad dreams that I had to relive over and over again. Everything that came after that day did not reach the level of horror of that day. I hadn't had that nightmare for a few weeks. It must have been the fact that I had sex with David. Could it be a sign? After all, I had blown the only Campbell who hadn't fucked me before.But David was different. Wasn't he? I dropped my shoulders. What did it matter if he was different or not? He made me feel things I had never felt before, and that couldn't happen again. I could not escape my fate. I had a “fiancé.” Whether I liked him or not, whether it was my decision or not, I couldn't escape my fate.Even if Simon died, I couldn't change anything about my fate. Michael was his father's copy, and he would replace him—even in my bed.Michael was probably even worse than Simon once he took over as boss. Sex with Michael was as painful as with

Sarah- Sarah, I need you here in 20 minutes.- Yes, Simon.I hang up the phone and get up. No matter what I was doing when Simon called, meetings and business were postponed just by him summoning me to his office.I knew this was part of the other business. He will not call me at the middle of the day for anything else.- Who was that? Where are we going?- We're not going anywhere. I am. You stay there and finish your work.-Who was it, Sarah?- You know it was your father. David gets up.- I'll go with you.- No, you won't. If Simon wanted you to go too, he had said so.David narrows his eyes.- Are you going to do something dangerous?I look at him and shake my head.- David, don't ask questions. When your father wants you to know something, he will tell you.- Fuck that. I will never be part of my father's "business." - he says, making quotation marks with his fingers.- Please don't set my office on fire. I don't want you to smoke in here.- Yes, boss. - he says, saluting. - but

DavidI dress Sarah the best I can. She squirmed with every touch, begging for sex. I wrap her in one of the blankets and pick her up, bridal style.When I pass by the reception, some people look at us, but as Sarah puts her arms around my neck trying to kiss me, everyone thinks we are a newly married couple or lovers.I lay Sarah in the back seat of Thomas's car and take her home. Looking for the keys in her suitcase, I open the door to her house with one hand while trying to balance her.After closing the door, I take her to her bedroom and, discarding the blanket, lay her on the bed.Sarah didn't stop twitching and moaning.- David, please. I need you. I need you inside me. Fuck me.- Sorry Sarah. The thing I wanted most was to make love to you, but never when you are in that state.- I don't want to make love. I want you to fuck me. Take me, please.My traitor dick swelled, and I became uncomfortable with the pressure against my zipper. Drugged Sarah was way too much for me to han

SarahDidn't I tell you not to serve more than three glasses of alcohol to Mr. Campbell? How did you serve him to the point where he ended up in this state? I must tell Simon you want his younger son to start an altercation here or something worse.Don't judge without asking, Miss Scott. Mr. Campbell was already drunk when he arrived. We only served him one drink, and he had been annoying the bartenders for at least an hour for more alcohol.I look at David. That was possible. He knows he can’t get drunk here.- Let’s go, David. You made enough of a full of yourself.- New mommy, are you here to spank me? It would be best if you spanked Theo, too. He is high as a kite.I roll my eyes.- Move it, David. - Miss Scott, I don't know if I like people taking my clients against their will.- I would like to know if the legal age for a bartender has changed in the last few hours because that one is barely 18.Oh, miss, he's just there to wash glasses and clean tables. You only need to be 18