Semua Bab The Family Books 1 -3 (A collection of Dark Mafia Romance): Bab 11 - Bab 20

GioYou will be my whore. The words I had used were meant to hurt and they did that. Keeley shrank back, curling in on herself. The look on her face was almost unreadable. Half panic and half acceptance.Acceptance. I hated that I had made her look like that. When she had been attacked five years ago, she had fought tooth and nail, but I knew instinctively that she wouldn’t fight me. The fight had gone out of her.“Keeley,” I started to say. My voice was strangled. I hadn’t meant for it to come out the way it had. I hadn’t. I would never take from her what should only be freely given. I wasn’t a good man. Not even close. But I would never do that to her.“Keeley, stop.” I couldn’t move as she started to strip her clothes off. Her movements were jerky and angry. “Stop it.”Her eyes flashed towards me. “Aren’t those meant to be my words? Aren’t I the one who should be telling you to stop? Shouldn’t I be the one begging?” Angrily, she tossed her bra into my face. I had been wrong - the f

GioSlow. I had to go slow. Even when every cell in my body was screaming at me to take her. She wanted it, wanted me. She wouldn’t have come looking for me if she didn’t. I fought against the urge to grab at her.Instead, I stepped away from her. With her hand on my stomach, it was too hard to think straight. Keeley, for all her innocence, was playing a dangerous game. It was one I wanted to win. I just didn’t know how to start. If she had been any other woman, she would have been naked and on my bed already. I would have treated her like a whore without a second thought. But this wasn’t any woman. It was Keeley.The memories of her sitting on my lap, her thighs clamping around my hand at the restaurant flashed into my mind. She had liked that. She hadn’t liked that she had liked it, but she had all the same.I turned back to her, my hand closing around her hip before I could stop myself. She yelped in surprise but didn’t pull away. My sudden movement had startled her and not scared

GioI was up before dawn. Leaving Keeley asleep and peaceful in the bed I hoped to share with her in the future. I hadn’t wanted to leave her so soon, but there was business I had to sort out, and with the time difference between the UK and The United States, I had to be up early. But not before I had left her fresh clothes on the bed.She was wearing the dress when she finally emerged at ten am. I lifted my head as she cleared her throat in the kitchen doorway. My eyes speared her to the spot over the rim of my coffee mug. I grinned. It looked good on her, the dress I had picked out especially. But then I knew it would because I remembered vividly what she used to wear. And I had bought her wardrobe to match the girl she used to be.“Morning.” I slipped from my stool at the kitchen island. And for a moment, I hesitated. Not knowing whether to go to her and kiss her fully on the mouth or hang back and just hope she would come to me. “Did you sleep well?”“Yes.” A blush tinged her chee

GioIt was almost midnight when I stumbled into my office. I needed to lay down, sleep off the alcohol that was clouding my judgement, but going to my bedroom was out of the question because I didn't know what I would do if I got there and she had gone.She had every right to leave. I had acted like the worst kind of fool. In my anger I had scared her, and the shame of that was what had kept me out all day and night. How could I face her after what I had almost done? Keeley had every right to leave me and not look back. I wouldn’t blame her if she never wanted to see me again.Flicking the light switch, I started. The office, which should have been empty, was far from it. Keeley sat behind my desk. I stared at her for a second, not able to do anything but take her in. Gone was the dress. She sat there with her shapely legs crossed in nothing but one of my shirts. Why she was wearing that and not some of the clothes I had bought for her I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I took a stumbl

Gio“Gentlemen.” I nodded my head to the three men around the table. All were familiar faces to me, but Keeley only knew one of them. “This is my fiancée, Keeley.”The Judge's head snapped up. He was the only one around the table that didn’t smile a greeting. He looked troubled. Beside me, Keeley squealed and would have rushed forward if my hand around hers hadn’t stopped her. I could feel her eyes searching my face, but I didn’t say anything.“Fiancée?” The Judge spoke softly but there was a dangerous note to his tone. I scowled at him. Whatever he wanted to say to me, he could do so in private. In front of Keeley wasn’t the time or the place. Catching my look, he schooled his face into a smile. This time he aimed it straight at Keeley. Rising from his chair, he embraced her, pressing his lips to both her cheeks.“It's good to see you again, Keeley,” he murmured. Behind him the other two men started mumbling amongst themselves, their faces amused. And I knew what they were talking ab