All Chapters of Married Off To The Merciless Mafia King : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Giselle“You can’t force me to marry you,” Giselle snapped, her raven hair falling over her face in a disheveled manner.I tilted my head to look at her.My God….There was nothing I would rather look at first thing in the morning aside from the beautiful view in front of me.She wore a thin nightgown that showed off most of her cleavage, and her nipples strained against the useless fabric.My body twitched in response to how sexy she looked in it, my balls tingly with need.I remembered it all, how she came on my tongue, how she moaned my name as I fucked her that night. I needed to feel her again soon, or I’d lose my fucking mind.It had been two days since she had run away and been kidnapped, and I was happy to see some of her fiery spirit return.To be honest, I’d been quite worried when she didn’t protest the marriage like I was expecting her to.Giselle Rae wasn’t a pushover, and she certainly wasn’t the kind of girl who would give in to a marriage she didn’t want to begin with,

“It is not a trap.” That I was very certain of. “Would it make a difference if I told you not to go ahead with the marriage?” he asked. “It wouldn’t,” I answered honestly. “She’s mine, and I won’t stop until I have her.” “And you’re willing to go against me for her?” “There will be no need for that if you don’t try to stop me.” Egor’s jaw tensed. His dark eyes locked onto mine and remained there, as if he was trying to see through my thoughts. The silence between us thickened, pressing against the walls of the VIP section, muffling the bass-heavy music thumping outside. “You’ve lost your fucking mind,” he finally said, his voice low but sharp. “This isn’t some playground romance, Andrei. You don’t get to throw away everything for a woman just because she makes your cock hard.” Anger rippled through me, but I forced myself to stay seated, to not rise to his provocation. Giselle wasn’t someone who merely made my cock hard. She was someone I cared about. Someone I was wi

Absolutely nothing.Rows of white chairs lined the aisle, each adorned with soft, cascading blooms, their fragrance sweet in the gentle breeze. Birds chirped in the distance, their melodies mingling with the soft strains of a violin, playing a slow, haunting tune.Everything was perfect, but none of them outshined my wife-to-be.A possessive surge of desire and pride roared through me as I stretched out my hand.Her emerald eyes locked onto mine, her smile fading a little. She peered at my hand for a moment as if reconsidering, as if realizing there was no going back the moment we said our vows on the altar of roses.I could hear the whispers among our guests, who were mostly just members of the Bratva and their wives. I knew what they were all thinking. Some of them thought I was making a mistake; a few others guessed I was forcing Giselle into this, but their whispers didn’t matter.All that noise faded behind the scenes as I waited for her to take my hand.And she did.Her hand fel

I had her now, yet I could feel my self-control slipping. My desire for her was no longer just lust; it was poison, and I was willing to drink every last drop of it.I cup her cheeks, peering into her eyes for a moment before I leaned in and claimed her lips, kissing her slowly at first while I cupped her ass.She kissed me back, moaning into my mouth.Her hand moved from my neck, sliding down my back until she was grabbing my ass and fondling it.I smiled against her lips. “You’ve grown bold,solniskho,” I whispered.She grinned, catching my lips between her teeth. “Isn’t that what you wanted? For me to want you just as much?”“I would give my soul for that to happen,” I growled, sliding my hand between her thighs and parting her legs.“Too bad that may never happen,” she rasped shakily, arching into me. “You already have so much control over me; it’ll be unfair if I yearned for you too.”I grunted when I felt how wet she was—how badly she wanted me. A victorious grin spread on my lip

GiselleThe morning air was crisp and still, and the serenity before me was a kind that only came from being in a place that invoked a deep sense of nostalgia.Two weeks had passed since Andrei and I tied the knot, and it still felt like it was yesterday. I couldn’t believe I’d gone from hating the mafia and despising Andrei’s existence to wearing his shiny diamond ring around my finger.I was supposed to hate this, so why didn’t I? Why was I barely pretending to not like the fact that I was now married to the same man who should be my enemy and acting like I only accepted his proposal to avenge my father?I glanced at the diamond rock sitting pretty on my ring finger and sighed. It was gorgeous, and I swore it must’ve cost a fortune, too. I loved it, and I loved that I was now a Yezhov, despite the pang of guilt in my chest.What would Dad say if he were here? Would he have let me go ahead to marry a mafia enforcer, or would he have been against it? I couldn’t tell, to be honest.I’d