All Chapters of Forced Marriage with the Mafia King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

AliciaIt was one of those nights where sleep seemed like a distant dream. I lay in bed, tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position that would finally allow me to drift off. But no matter how I adjusted my pillows or shifted my body, my mind remained wide awake.As the minutes ticked by, I grew more and more restless. I threw off the covers, feeling a sense of desperation creeping in. Why couldn't I just fall asleep like a normal person? I had tried every trick in the book: warm milk, calming music, even counting sheep. But nothing seemed to work.In a last-ditch effort, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Maybe a change of scenery would help. I walked over to my dresser and opened the top drawer, revealing a stack of books that seemed to be calling my name. I pulled out a familiar favorite, one that had always brought me comfort in times of stress.As I began flipping through the pages, the words blurred together. My mind was too racing to focus on

Alicia I sit up in my bed, the memories of Derek and I play in my head and my body burns in desire. It’s ten minutes past 8, I haven’t had my breakfast but my body craves for something. Derek is in his room probably sleeping.It’s been Four days since we were reunited but all we ever did was kiss. He tells me about the little memories he has about us and I can’t help but wish he was back to himself. The old Derek wouldn’t wait this long to fuck me, he would have me bent over the table in no time. Legs spread apart before him while he treats me like no man has ever done.Do I want to think that he has lost his touch or I am not that seductive to him, he tells me how beautiful I am and don’t get me wrong, I love the compliments but I also wish to know what that mouth can do when it is pressed against my body. Sliding between my folds, kissing my thighs and the sweet spot on my neck.I can’t take this anymore as I pull the drawers beside me, the weeks that Derek was away, I was able to

DerekI turn her back towards me as I bury my knees into the bed,“What are you doing?” She questions. Feigning ignorance is not her strong forte.I lean closer to her, my breath on her face, “Taking whats mine” I whisper into her ears. Her cheeks flush red and she let out a whimper. She tightens her hip, her legs kicking behind me.“Relax, I will make you feel good”Spreading her legs in front of me.Damn do I want to fuck that cunt and have her dripping on the bed. It takes everything in me to fuck her right now, I will do but I want to have a taste of every part of her body, every inch to remind her that she belongs to me.I can’t look away from the beautiful piece in front of me, this woman is endowed with everything, flawless skin, pretty face, perfect boobs, robust ass.I spank her in the butt cheek, my palm leaving a print on her ass. She jumps at my acts.From the moment we kissed in the shower the other day, I have always wondered what she tasted likes, wondered if she wante

DerekAs I stepped out of the garage and into the building, the cool air-conditioned air enveloped me, a welcome respite from the sweltering heat outside. I made my way to the elevator, my footsteps echoing off the sleek marble floors. The elevator doors slid open with a soft whoosh, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for the fifth floor.The ascent was smooth and quiet, the floor numbers ticking by with a soft chime. As the doors opened on the fifth floor, I stepped out into a long, dimly lit corridor. The air was stale and recycled, and the only sound was the soft hum of the building's systems.I walked down the corridor, my footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The doors to the various offices and apartments seemed to blur together as I walked, each one a identical bland slab of wood and metal. I checked the numbers on the doors.Finally, I stopped in front of a door with a small brass plaque that read "58". My hand reaches out to grasp the door handle.The door is locked,

DerekI open my eyes to what seems like home, it’s a mansion, I recognize every single detail in it and it reminds me of home, the study, my room, Alicia’s room, the kitchen.I am seated in the black couch in the living room with the tv in front of me, something is off, it may look like home or this was just a dream but there was no sign of Alicia.The brown door to her room is black, and not just that but our wedding pictures has someone else in it. Someone different.“I made you lunch” I hear a voice step out of the kitchen, I turn to my side to see her.The last thing I remember was being at the airport, I picked up a bottle of water to drink and then closed my eyes for a second.Shit, I was drugged.“Where am I?” I asked.It feels like home but it was just a random place without Alicia in it.“Home, our home” she answers.What is the meaning of this?I can’t even comprehend what is going on.I look at her utterly confused at this point.“I made your favorite, Lasagna” she smiles.