All Chapters of His Mafia Princess : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The anger turned into a slow, piercing ache. Her questions weren't that crazy after all. She was there for all the other women. She saw what it meant to be with me. What she didn't know was that I've done exactly what she was accusing me of with so many women. Fucked them to get out of saying the words. It sucked that she was asking anyway, because she did get the words from me. She was the only one. Didn't that mean anything to her? "No baby," I said, my voice softening for her. "I'm going to fuck you because clearly telling you I love you every day isn't enough. For some fucked up reason, you don't believe I will always love you, no matter what dumb shit we go through. It was stupid to stop fucking you. The truth is the pain in your eyes scared me. I freaked out, because I didn't know how to help you, but I swear I'll never turn away from you when you're hurting again."When she started crying in earnest, I rolled off of her and laid down next to her, flat on my back. Listening to

She sat next to me, quietly listening to my speech, then moved to get up. I gave her my hands to hold so she wouldn't fall. "I want to tell you about the typewriter now," she said, staring down at me. "Just don't be mad, okay?" she said, looking like the innocent girl I met seven years ago as she turned and wandered off on her own. I followed her to her study, a place I hadn't been allowed into since I brought up the typewriter. She pulled out a thick binder and handed it to me, spinning around in her office chair. "It's—" "I know what it is," I said, flipping through the sheets of her dead man's switch. It was probably my turn to share my secret, since it clearly tied into hers, but she wasn't done just yet. "This is why we have so much sex," she said, hiding her blushing cheeks behind her hands, as much a bashful drunk as a honest one. "Go on," I said, sitting down across from her. She folded her hands

Resigning myself to my fate as an enslaved man, I relented. Not for me, but for her and everything she wasn't saying. While I believed that she wanted me to get back to our old life, I knew she wanted it too. It was all she ever wanted. It broke my heart that some part of her still seemed to believe she didn't deserve it. She didn't talk about us having a full life together, but instead said she was going to take me home. Give me a full life. That didn't really matter though, because any life I had was going to include her. I'd give her everything she was too afraid to hope for. Besides, what choice did I have? The risk of remaining on the run indefinitely was just too great with so many new players on the board. She needed my support and I was going to give it to her. "I wish I could trade places with you, but since I can't, I will let you do what you want. We can fuck as much as you want to if it helps you complete your dead man's switch. I will support you," I said, and she bea

She definitely had a headstart on me, but I'd be damned if I wasn't getting between her legs now. "I know you loved every bit of me touching you all over while you played with my dick," I said, slipping the loofah in between her legs as I fought off a groan. "Is your pussy frustrated, Stace?" She moaned loudly as the loofah went back and forth between her legs, gripping my dick tighter. "Fuck," I cursed, unable to help it. She had me on the very edge. I dropped the loofah and shoved a finger into her pussy, backing her up against the wall as I pumped into her. I pressed my forehead up against hers, both of us panting as we resisted giving in. "Is your dick ready to blow yet, baby?" she asked, grinning at me. I was so fucking close and she wasn't letting up. Unwilling to go out without at least getting another finger into her, I pumped into her quickly. Then I put my other hand on her clit and started rubbing in fast circles, slipping another finger into her and finge

It was four months into being away from New York. We had finally found our new normal. We spent the last two months backpacking through Europe, living our lives like this had been our choice instead of us being forced to go on the run. I had never been happier. It felt like being on an extended honeymoon. There were still fights, but we talked like we used to now. Checked in with each other every day. When we did fight, it was about who took out the trash last and when he was going to load the fucking dishwasher. When the sightseeing and death defying shit like paragliding and zip lining got old, we joined clubs and took dance classes, where we made friends. We didn't let people in, so they weren't close friendships, but spending time with other people again took some of the pressure of being on the run off. Most of the time, it was still just us though, drinking in every bit of romance, culture and cuisine that Europe had to offer. From hot springs, to beautiful castles, breathtaki