All Chapters of In The Arms Of A Mafia Boss : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Lisa's POV) "My woman?" The words echoed in my mind, its weight unsettling. No man had ever said that to me before. Even Nathan, my ex-boyfriend, never referred me with such possessiveness. Yet, hearing Alessio call me his woman sent an inexplicable flutter through my chest. "Should I bathe you?" Alessio’s deep voice pulled me back to reality. He leaned closer, his fresh breath brushing against my face, making me freeze in place. "If you don’t say something, I might take your silence as a yes," he added, as he reached down as if to lift me off the bed. "I can bathe on my own," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. He chuckled—low and brief—but it disappeared so quickly that I questioned if I’d imagined it. Without another word, he strode back to the couch, lighting a cigarette with a calm demeanor that contrasted sharply with the storm of emotions swirling inside me. "Aren't you going to leave?" I asked, and he exhaled a plume of smoke, his sharp eyes locking onto

(Alessio's POV) In the VIP room of a nightclub, women presented themselves to me, stripping naked in front of me while dancing and twisting to the slow music in the background. They were doing their best to seduce me, going so far as to spread their thighs apart, giving me a clear view of their pussy. But I stayed emotionless as I watched them, with the smoke from the weed I was smoking drifting around my face. No matter how seductive they looked, I wasn’t moved by it. All that kept replaying in my mind was Lisa—the night I met her, and also the same night I explored her body and made her mine. I always come to the nightclub to watch strippers dance for me in a VIP room, and afterward, I'd take them to bed and fuck them however I wanted. But after that night with Lisa, it’s hard to get any woman in bed. She stirred something in me, such that my cock refuses to erect at the sight of a woman who isn’t her. I’m a sex addict. Since women at the clubhouse were easy to buy with mone

(Alessio's POV) I stormed into my room, fists clenched in rage and my heart pounding with fury. Why is she so fucking stubborn? I warned her. I fucking warned her not to try to escape again, but she took my words for granted. If I hadn’t been home on time, she'd have died from the smoke and the traps. My house isn’t like the typical house you see every day; it’s not just a maze-like structure, it’s filled with so many hidden dangers that if you're not cautious, you’ll fall right into them. My enemies don't dare to attack me from the inside because they know what will happen if they do—what will befall them if they try. "Tie her up and lock her in the cold room," my order from earlier echoed in my mind, fueling my anger even further. If she had just listened to me, I wouldn’t have had to issue that command. The way I treat her is different from how I treat everyone else, yet all she thinks about is escaping from me. Why can’t she fucking understand that she is mine and I won’t le

(Lisa's POV) I felt his huge arm wrapped around me as he lay next to me on the bed. I took a moment to visualize where I was, and when I realized I was in his room, I let out a deep sigh. My eyes slowly met his closed eyes, and I couldn't stop myself from admiring him. He looked like an innocent angel who couldn’t hurt a fly while sleeping. His long eyelashes curled up to his eyelids, his pointed nose was well-defined and structured, and his soft, thin lips—it felt so kissable right now. I had to look away, reminding myself that he is a monster and shouldn’t be swayed by how innocent he looks while sleeping. Once those eyes of his open, he becomes a monster who won’t hesitate to gouge out someone’s eyes or kill a person. Not only that, he even asked Ivan to lock me up in a cold room, caring less whether I was going to die or not. When I was locked up in there, I said a short prayer, hoping to make it to heaven because I thought I'd die. How could he have done that to me? He kidn

(Alessio's POV) "Alessio," she called my name, and when I turned to look at her, she raised herself on her toes just so she could reach my height, and she kissed me. The kiss came so unexpectedly that the cigarette stick fell from my hand. I wasn’t expecting this from her. She nearly accused me of trying to have sex with her when she was unconscious, and now she’s kissing me—her lips all over mine as though she was waiting for an invitation to enter my mouth. She devoured my lips even though I wasn’t kissing back. I was too shocked to reciprocate. The way she was kissing me wasn’t the same as that night. That night, it was passionate and filled with longing. But this time, her kiss felt empty, like she was doing it on purpose. Recovering from my shock, I pulled her away. "What are you doing?" I asked, and she smiled at me—something she had never done before. All she ever did was glare at me or look at me with fearful eyes. "Kissing you," she replied, trying to kiss me again, b