All Chapters of The Mafia King's Doll : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Chapter 16GabriellaI’m going to lose my mind.I keep alternating between worrying and feeling angry because Damiano won’t tell me what he plans to do with me.I’ve been at the mansion for three weeks, and even though I love spending time with Mrs. Falco and Mrs. Accardi, the uncertainty is eating me alive.It doesn’t help that Damiano hasn’t been home for the past twelve days. The man laid a life-altering kiss on me, only to disappear.Earlier this week, it took all my courage to call him, but he was so abrupt over the phone I couldn’t get an answer from him.And I don’t have the guts to call him again.Suddenly, a hand settles on my shoulder, making me startle.“Sorry, cara,” Mrs. Accardi says. “You’ve been so quiet we wanted to check on you.”She helps Mrs. Falco take a seat on my balcony, where I’ve been sitting for hours contemplating my uncertain future.I straighten in my chair, releasing the hold I have on the blanket that’s wrapped around me.Instantly, the early winter chil

Chapter 18GabriellaI run straight to my room, and once I shut the door behind me, I suck in desperate breaths of air.Holy crap, that was intense.I press a hand to my stomach where it feels like a kaleidoscope of butterflies is out of control and fluttering like crazy.I can still feel the powerful tingles from when I unintentionally rubbed myself against Damiano’s bulge. My body just reacted to feeling him between my legs, and I pressed down on him.Worry trickles into my heart.No, Damiano said I did nothing wrong.He wanted me to leave before he lost control.Is that good or bad?I lift my other hand to my face, my fingers brushing over my swollen lips.He tasted like whiskey, wild and burning with passion as he claimedme.Dio. He’s too much man for me.My thoughts return to the conversation we had before he kissed me, andmy eyes lower to the ring on my finger.It’s a bit big but gorgeous, the design vintage, and the diamond large.Damiano thinks I’m strong, and that’s why he’

Chapter 20GabriellaLying in bed, I struggle to fall asleep, my mind filled with the past two days' events.I saw another side of Damiano today. When he held me on his lap, I actually felt safe.I felt more than safe.Whenever I’m near him, there’s a constant fluttering in my stomach and my heart beats a mile a minute.I’m becoming more and more aware of how attractive he is. The way he moves. The domineering air he carries himself with. The brisk way he talks.Even the silence.It feels like he says so much without him saying anything at all.He held me tight, which means he does have a caring side. He hasn’t hurt me since the incident where he slammed me down on the floor.He pressed kisses to my hair like he does with Aunt Aida, and it felt indescribably good.For the first time in my life, a man has shown me kindness. I never in a million years expected it to be Damiano Falco.My eyes start to burn with tears because now that I’ve felt some form of affection, it shines a glaring

Chapter 22GabriellaI can’t stop the tears from falling, the pain something I’ve never experienced before.I knew it would hurt losing my virginity, but not this much. With every thrust, it feels like Damiano’s trying to tear me open, and it burns like hell everytime he pulls out.His arm around me tightens, and I cling to him for dear life as he thrusts harder and harder.Breaking the kiss, his eyes keep mine imprisoned as he claims me, and even though it hurts, I don’t look away.I watch as his features tighten, then he jerks once before all his weight bears down on me. His face transforms from brutal to the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.As Damiano orgasms, and I feel the strength drain from his body, I realize in this moment, he’s as vulnerable as he’ll ever be.I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, and he practically engulfs me before he plunges into me twice more.When his body stills, he doesn’t pull out.The pain starts to ease a bit, and as we just hold each other, the grav

Chapter 24DamianoDressed in black cargo pants, a long-sleeved shirt, a coat, and boots, I tuck my Glock behind my back as I leave my suite.As I take the stairs down to the first floor, my phone starts to buzz like crazy.I dig the device out of my pocket, and a dark frown forms on my forehead as I answer, “What?”“The hotel is on fire!” Emilio shouts, sirens blaring in the background. Anger explodes in my chest, my fingers tightening around the phone. “Fuck,” I mutter. “I’m on my way.”“Carlo!” My voice thunders through the foyer.He comes running out of my mother’s sitting room. “What?”“The hotel is on fucking fire,” I relay the message to him as I stalk toward the French doors. When I step out onto the veranda, I mutter, “You’ll have to fly.”“On it.” He runs ahead of me to start the helicopter.When I climb inside, I glance at the house and see Gabriella standing on her balcony. She’s only wearing a bathrobe, and it’s freezing outside.I yank my phone out, but not remembering t