All Chapters of Married Off To The Merciless Mafia King : Chapter 71 - Chapter 76

NikolaiThe last time I fucked a woman, I forgot what it felt like the second I pulled out of her. It was an empty void, a chasm that allowed the chill to echo through. Nothing but hard grunts and screams of pleasure. She’d begged for more, but I was done. And I’d been done for a while until...her.The Irish princess walked into the picture with no makeup, a simple dress, fluffy slippers, and a killer smile that ruined my night in the most unimaginable way possible. I’d never have thought such a night possible.Eyes glued to the ceiling, I kicked my legs up, lay back on the sectional sofa, and knotted my fingers over my groin, rewinding the events of last night. My jaw and fingers clenched. I wanted to stop thinking about it. Aboutallof it. How her petite body quivered in my arms, how sweet she tasted and felt. The smell of perfumed oil on her hair and fair skin. Tiny, dark beauty birthmarks scattered across her back in an eerie symmetric pattern that rivaled a masterful work of cosmi

Nikolai“Ace did good with this place. He probably didn’t want to answer queries concerning the money Niko put into it.”Anatoly laughed, baring full teeth as he threw his head back to take down a shot from a full tumbler, and though he found it amusing, Timur barely allowed a smile to grow on his face while he reshuffled the crystal-flared shooter glasses on the table to refill them. His biceps flexed under his coffee-brown suit, and the dancing lights from the flashbulbs bounced off his buzz cut.The mood was light, the energy was high, and it made the men loosen up a bit.“How much did he give ‘em?”“Almost a hundred grand.”Timur was impressed, and this time, he didn’t hide it. He straightened on the velvety sofa with a smug grin. Anatoly stretched for another refill. “He’s practically the owner.”“You could say that.”I glanced at the Rolex strapped on my wrist, and my eyes snapped to them. “You both know I am in the same fucking room, right?”Strobe lights pulsed like a freneti

The princess that wanted to run away so badly looked rather comfortable snuggled up to the side of the beast. We made eye contact, and she blushed, her cheeks assuming the fiery color of her hair. I struggled to keep my eyes on her face when all they wanted was to feast on that illusion gown that hugged her body like second skin. Every dip and curve and decent show of skin revved a sudden interest, a sudden burning sensation that threatened to drive me insane. When her gaze touched my arm wrapped over Katherine’s waist, she froze.“If it isn’t the notorious Nikolai Yezhov himself.” Tristan’s extended hand reminded me that he was present. I took his wrinkly hand in a firm shake and let go. “I heard about Onyx’sopening but never expected to see you here in person. I see you came here to unwind then.”His eyes lingered on Katherine. “This is Katherine Davis, a friend and business partner.”It might have been a figment of my imagination, but the princess visibly relaxed after I introduced