All Chapters of Married Off To The Merciless Mafia King : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

GiselleDinner was beef stroganoff paired with mashed potatoes and a glass of expensive red wine. It’d been days, and I still couldn’t get used to the fancy dinners. They were delicious, but after watching the chef put so much time and effort into making it, I would honestly prefer a burger and fries from McDonalds.It was nearly nine p.m. when I finished. Most days, I had dinner by six or seven at the latest, but I had slept through most of the evening, and when my growling stomach finally forced me to wake up, it was already eight p.m.Luckily, the chef had asked what I would like for dinner during lunch, so she made it earlier.After my meal, I sauntered back upstairs, ready to slide under the duvet and go back to sleep, when I passed a door at the end of the hall, far away from my own room. One of the maids had told me it was Andrei’s room. It was locked at all times, and no one was allowed to go in there when he wasn’t home.It was open today, though, and I couldn’t resist the te

AndreiI leaned against the black Mercedes with my arms crossed as I watched the entrance of the mansion.The night air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of the city, and a crescent moon sat up in the sky. It was a beautiful night, but all of that barely mattered when my attention was fixed on the door, waiting for Giselle.And then she walked out in a dress she’d ordered that morning.It was strapless and red, clinging to her in all the right places, and the rich color complemented the gold in her skin and the sharpness of her emerald eyes. Her raven hair cascaded in soft waves, framing her face.She was beautiful in a way I considered unworldly, too perfect for a world like this. Everything about her, from the curves of her hips to the swell of her breasts to the gleaming in her eyes, caught me off guard for a moment.My pulse kicked up, and a pang of desire made my heart beat faster. I couldn’t take my eyes off her for a second, not even as she descended the porch with an eleganc

Giselle“You’re mine,solnishko. Only mine.”Those words hadn’t stopped playing in my head since that dance with Andrei at the party, and the fluttering in my stomach hadn’t stopped either.There was something smoldering about the way he said those words, the possessiveness in his voice and the darkening of his eyes. I knew he meant every bit of what he said—that I was his alone.Rolling down the window, I stared at the streetlamps and the half-moon adorning the sky. I needed anything to distract me from the burning intensity of his gaze on me.We were on our way back from the party, and after everything—the dance, the searing jealousy I could sniff from him, and the way he held me—I would honestly rather be anywhere else but right next to him. That was how much I wanted to avoid him.I couldn’t wait to get home, run upstairs, and lock my door.One of his men had come to drive us home as he was particular about not driving after how much alcohol he had.He’d been scrolling through emai

He slid his free hand between my thighs and glided it upward. I groaned as it came into contact with my most sensitive organ.Andrei grinned with satisfaction. “You’re wet,solnishko.”My cheeks heated with embarrassment; he was right. I felt the pool of wetness between my legs the moment he started to kiss me, or maybe even before that.Before I could think of a retort, he thrusted one finger inside me and pressed his thumb firmly on my clit.“God…” I moaned, reveling in the waves of pleasure surging through me. “Oh, God.”He tilted his head, sliding his fingers in and out of me as he circled his thumb on my clitoris. He smirked when he saw the effect he had on me, the pure ecstasy on my face, and how my cries grew louder.“God isn’t here, baby,” he grunted in that deep voice of his. “But I am. I’m the only god whose name you’ll be screaming tonight.”His bragging evoked something inside me. I wanted to challenge him, to drive him to the edge and see how far he’d take this.I flashed

AndreiThe morning air in my home office was still, save for the quiet hum of the city beyond the tall windows. Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting golden streaks over the dark oak desk where I sat.It was a Saturday morning, and all I had to do today was tidy some documents on my computer and make a compilation of all the business deals we’d struck in the last couple of weeks.The call with Egor had been going on for five minutes as we caught up on business and everything else related to the Bratva. Neither of us had any interest in the other’s personal life, and quite frankly, we had no reason to.He was married, and I was…. Well, I was a bachelor whose thoughts had been occupied by his prisoner for over a week now.It’d started the night of Antonio’s gala event—or maybe even before that.I hadn’t seen much of Giselle these days. It seemed she had been pretty intentional about avoiding me since that night, and I’d given her as much space as I thought she needed. I