All Chapters of Arranged To The Masked Mafia King : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31Dmitri"Are you listening to me?" Mr Thomas patted me on the shoulder drawing back my attention to the meeting that I'd zoned out of. If not for the importance of the meeting, I'd have excused myself and crossed over to her. Did she think that flirting around with other men would make me discard her? If it was that easy, I wouldn't have married her, knowing fully well that she lived with Freud. "Of course, I am,"He passed me a knowing look and glanced in Ariel's direction. "You don't have to be uncomfortable with the man around your wife. That's my son, Darrell,"I massaged my forehead at the revelation and clenched my teeth in anger. His relationship with Mr Thomas was the only reason I wouldn't plunge a dagger through his knife for attempting to rile me up. "Oh, and is he aware that she's married to me?" I questioned through gritted teeth. He smirked smugly and raised his glass of champagne to his lips, taking a sip. "This isn't why you flew from Seattle to this plac

Chapter 33ArielMy eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and I shook my head instantly. "Wait, Dmitri, you made a pact with your late girlfriend that no woman would ever see your face and now you want to break that vow for me?"Deep down, I desperately wanted to see how he looked without his mask, but his decision didn't sit right with me as I tried to put myself in her shoes."It's my choice, Ariel. Just allow me to do it, besides, I've caught you staring at me several times with the desire to see my face, even that time at the club," He noted and my cheeks turned red. Did he remember that? "Okay," I replied in a still small voice, having no choice but to agree. "Close your eyes," He ordered and I obeyed without hesitation. My lips trembled with expectation as I shut my eyes tightly until I heard my name leave his lips softly. And then my eyes opened to a stunning revelation that caused my jaw to drop and my lips to remain parted for as long as I could remember. I'd expected

Chapter 35ArielMy fingers trailed along the rail of the baluster as I imagined what Dmitri's reaction to my outfit would be. I doubted he picked my dress himself or he just wanted to show off that he had a gorgeous woman as his wife.My dress was the complete definition of a revealing attire, the length of it was just a deception.The red maxi dress he got for me complimented my tanned skin, and the slit began just above my upper thigh. We hadn't gone out yet and I was already exhausted with trying to keep my thigh hidden.The heels of my black glittery sandal clicked against the tiled floor, steering Dmitri's attention toward me. His eyes scanned my face which barely had any make-up.Guilia was still mad at me so she didn't bother to doll me up, and since I wasn't good at the art, I decided to play safe and apply some foundation powder and nude lipstick.Fortunately, she'd carved my brows the last she did my makeup so I didn't have to do much about that.And when I thought he was d

Chapter 37DmitriHer hair was slightly disheveled and her lips faintly swollen. Her dress was also creased but it was proof of how well I took care of her body.It was so hard to keep myself in check after seeing how gorgeous and responsive her body was, but tonight it was all about her.Our stomachs growled simultaneously and we chuckled. "I'll make you something to eat," I offered quite enthusiastically.Her brows arched in doubt immediately and she folded her hands, her blue eyes staring at me distrustingly. "The great Capo of the Russian Bratva knows how to cook?""I'll show you," A grin spread over my face. A night with her like this had brought me more smiles than I'd ever had in the last six years. I'd lost the will to laugh or engage in any fun-filled activity since Anya died, but being with Ariel brought out a part of me I thought was dead and buried. She slid down the table and stretched her dress. Her hands swiped her bottom and she gasped. "The back of my dress is stain

Chapter 39ArielSettling onto the chair tucked under the dining table with the events of last night flashing into my mind caused my lips to stretch into a wide grin. I didn't care if anyone was looking. To be honest, I yearned for another session of jerking into orgasm this morning. He had gotten me addicted to it. My train of thought was interrupted by the footsteps that steered toward the dining table, and then the squeaking of chairs. In curiosity, I whipped my gaze toward the noise and found an unmasked Dmitri, plopping down on a chair adjacent to me. Immediately, my jaw dropped and my eyes bulged at him in befuddlement. "Your mask, you don't have it on?" I reminded him; my voice shrill with surprise.It was funny how I used to resent him for hiding his face, but after he shared his story with me, I saw him from a different perspective coupled with the kind of things we'd been doing that brought a paradigm shift to our relationship."I won't be using it anymore," He replied fl