All Chapters of Keeping The Mafia Princess: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SashaI slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from gasping as I walked in, my fingers trailing over the various tubes and cans. He'd spared no expense in his selections, opting for the most opulent. A series of flutters caught in my stomach, sliding immediately into my heart. "Why? Why bother, August?""Because you asked.""That's not why and you know it." I dared give him a hard look before continuing to explore, running the tips of my fingers across brushes that I could have only dreamed of owning before. A chill raced down my spine at the thought of the pictures I could create, the fantastic stories my paintings could tell."I..." he started. "I wanted to make you happy."The words seemed odd coming from a man like him, but the quiver shifted from my stomach to my pussy, lingering for several seconds. "Thank you.""You can spend as much time here as you would like.""I will," I breathed, pulling one of the tubes of paint into my fingers. I knew the single vial, the color, let alone

AugustI was furious, my adrenaline keeping my heart racing. Marco's call had been unexpected, at least so soon, which meant that whatever asshole was in charge of the drug ring had no fear. If any of the goons showed up in the casino, my casino tonight, there would be significant bloodshed. At least I'd been warned.But that wasn't the only aspect of growing frustration.Sasha.She also had no fear of facing punishment. Her disregard for her position was infuriating as well as enticing.She was getting under my skin."A casino. I should have guessed," she said quietly as she leaned forward in her seat. Even with her chastising tone, I could see excitement in her eyes, shining like glitter."You'll find this much more than simply a casino, Sasha. There is very little that isn't offered, every passion ignited, and desire fulfilled."She laughed as an answer, the sound hell bent on driving me wild.I almost turned her over my knee, giving her a severe spanking. She was goading me as usu

AugustThe subtle yet effective change in music, the soft strains alluring, was perfect for my mood. I kept my hand on the small of her back, listlessly fingering her soft skin. She'd selected an exotic perfume and as the scent filled my nostrils, I attempted to forget who I was, even if for a few minutes.She finally relaxed in my arms, tilting back until she could look into my eyes. "You were different in my studio. I enjoyed spending time with that man.""As I said, I have many sides.""But which is more dominant? Which would you prefer to be, a decent man with a family or a murderer who uses revenge as a basic tool?"Now, her words haunted me, stabbing at my very soul. She'd found a way to slide a knife under my skin, picking away at the hard edges. "I am what I was born into, Sasha. I can't change that any more than you can with regard to your father. His hatred of the American people will surface, aborting any hopes of winning the election."Her mouth twisted and she seemed to s

SashaI'd followed him, the man I couldn't figure out in the least, and I certainly didn't care about whatever consequences there might be. August had proven to be a jealous, nasty, vicious beast, and every time I'd caught a glimpse of his other side, he flipped the switch. I hovered in the hallway, realizing that the necklace had fallen off. I took several deep breaths, merely trying to calm my breathing. I'd heard nothing from behind the thick wooden door, but I gathered from what little Lorenzo had said and August's reaction to them that they weren't friends.There was an urgency about August's behavior, a need to parade me in front of the various celebrities in the room. They'd certainly been more than just curious, faking their approval, but I knew better, making my own assumptions. My relationship with August would cause a roar throughout New York and beyond.Hearing August's gruff voice, I peered over the railing, horrified that he'd struck Bruno. A moment of guilt slithered in

SashaI closed my eyes, still grinding against him, the electricity racing through every vein and cell. The scent of the man, his burning testosterone and cologne mixing with my wanton hunger was so intoxicating I was left panting."Ouch! Fuck..." I couldn't hold back the cries any longer, my whimpering voice floating into the space."When you misbehave, I won't hesitate," he whispered, peppering another savage volley.I was ready to beg him to stop, even as the agony mixed with a wild sense of bliss. My nipples were rock hard, my clit swollen, and I could swear my cries could be heard several yards away.I didn't want this.But I did...I couldn't tolerate this.But I would...Everything about this man stifled my intelligence, the horror of him and his life a terrible consequence. Yet my pussy continued to clench, longing for his touch.His breathing even more scattered, he eased my legs as far apart as possible. "You make me damn hard, Sasha.""Yes... Yes, sir." I undulated my hips,