All Chapters of The Mafia Boss’s Mute Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ALEKSEI I smelled the faint vanilla scent before I even opened my eyes. I paused, still slightly disoriented from my brief sleep. My eyes slowly adjusted to my pitch-black room as I finally gathered my bearings. My eyes got acquainted with the darkness fast, and I realized I was staring down at a head full of long blonde hair that smelled like vanilla and something I couldn't quite place in my semi-conscious state. It wasn't just my imagination. Her face was turned the other way, but I could tell she was still awake from how stiff her body was. "Ariana? What are you doing here?" She was quiet for a while and I thought she was back to shutting me out again before she mumbled, "I think that's pretty self-explanatory. Turns out I sleep better in your bed." She didn't sound too excited about that new development, but I was gloating on the inside. I shifted, propping my head on my palm so I could get a better look at h

ALEKSEI "TRUST ME?" I asked again as she arched her neck back to give me more room to feast on her neck. She absentmindedly hummed her agreement, sinking her fingers into my hair at my nape. I nipped on her jaw, pulling a shaky breath out of her. "Are you sure?" "Y-Yes." I kissed my way down her chest to her stomach. "Anything else you want me to know beforehand? Or do you want me to stop?" I teased. Her chest rose and fell with how fast her breath came out in puffs. "No!" I teased the waistband of her tiny shorts with my teeth, grazing her skin in the process. "Feisty." She jerked, sinking her fingers deeper into my hair. "And sensitive," I whispered against her skin as I slowly inched her shorts down her legs, tossing them behind me carelessly, which was out of character for me. I gently parted her thighs, staring down at her bare, pink pussy coated with her slick arousal.

ARIANA His cock sprang free from its confinement, slapping against his stomach, hot and erect. My lips parted at the sight, and I swallowed. Tiny, purple veins ran up his long, thick length to the pink, bulbous tip that dripped with pearly white liquid. I'd never gone down on a man, but I now understood the appeal some got from it. My skin itched with the same need, a mix of curiosity and desire. And he wasn't lying when he implied his cock was more than a fistful. At least, now I knew where the cockiness came from. It wasn't just small talk - pun intended. "It doesn't bite." He didn't bother to hide how amused he was. "Who knew my cock could render you speechless?" He curled his fist around his girth, stroking up and down, coating his length with his precum until it glistened under his soft bedroom lights. With his other hand, he wrapped my leg around his waist, propping my ass up on his thighs. "I thought you sa

ARIANA I DID IT. I let him touch me and make me come, and I. . . liked it. I liked it. Not only did I like it, I begged for it, too, relinquishing all the control in that bedroom to him. Who are you? I stared at my reflection on my blank phone screen. The woman on the screen looked different. I felt different, too. The last decade wasn't the kindest part of my life, and I'd woven through it not trusting men. And it wasn't for a lack of trying. I did. I went on dates, sometimes I initiated the flirting, and very few times, I'd gone in for a peck. It never went past that, though, because I always withdrew first. My therapist said it was a trauma response --- pulling back before they had the chance to hurt me --- and I couldn't deny that she was right. A person very close to me had hurt me irreparably after putting all my trust in him. What was stopping those men from doing the same? It was probab

ARIANA I was glued to my chair, unable to move a limb long after Reina excused herself to use the bathroom. My head pounded, and it threatened to burst from all the new information it had just gotten. "Get them to talk to their father," Reina had pleaded after she explained her side of the story. For once, I didn't see her as the heartless robot that pranced around with a chip on her shoulder. I'd seen the softer side of her, and it was all directed toward that asshole husband of hers. She cared about Igor and was a ride-or-die for him. With the way she spoke about him, I wouldn't be surprised if she actively put herself in harm's way to protect his life. That thought was further cemented when I asked her why she hated me when we'd only just met at the party. "I don't hate you." My mouth hung open. "And what do you call how you treated me at your house? That was unkind, and not how to treat people you cl