Semua Bab The Possessive Mafia King (English): Bab 21 - Bab 30

**Demetri's POV** As Snow’s lips pressed against mine, I instinctively closed my eyes, letting the taste of alcohol linger between us. She was drunk, there was no denying that. But when I kissed her back, she didn’t resist. If anything, she leaned in, her fingers tightening around the lapel of my coat as if holding on for dear life. I cupped her cheek, deepening the kiss, my tongue sliding into her mouth but she didn’t know how to kiss. Is this for real?! Or maybe, she's just drunk and alcohol makes her sanity forget how to execute a French kiss. But if it's real, it amazes me. Snow and Marcus had been together for five years, there was no way they hadn’t made out before. And yet, her movements were unpracticed, uncertain. As if she had never kissed anyone like this before. I pulled back slightly, staring at her pretty face. Her hazel brown eyes were half-lidded, and her usually flawless cheeks flushed a deep red. She looked dazed, lost. And yet, even in this state, she was gorg

Demetri picked up the newspaper from the glass table and gave it to me. My hands shook a little as I took it and my heart beat faster.The moment my eyes saw the big, bold headline, a cold fear washed over me.What…?Why does it say that I’m the one who cheated?My stomach twisted painfully. This had to be some kind of mistake."I-Is this true?" My voice came out shaky, barely above a whisper.I scanned the article again, hoping and praying that I had misread it.But there it was, in black and white, condemning me. The words twisted reality, painting me as the unfaithful one. The article accused me of betraying Marcus when, in truth, he was the one who had an affair with Feurene."Why… Why does it make it seem like I’m the villain?" My voice rose slightly."Why am I the one being blamed when it was Marcus who cheated? Why does it say I had an affair when I didn’t?"Frustration and disbelief bubbled up inside me. My hands clenched around the newspaper, crumpling the edges.Demetri exha

Demetri’s eyes lingered on my neck, dark and unreadable. Something was unsettling about the way he looked at me like a hunter watching his prey. I should have moved, should have said something, but I felt paralyzed under his gaze.Then he reached out. He stands directly behind me while I remain seated, facing the table where we just finished our meal, the used plates and utensils still scattered in front of me.Then, he made his next move. He lifted the chair I was sitting on and turned it to face him. I instinctively tilted my head up slightly to look at him. He pulled a chair closer and sat directly in front of me.While looking at my eyes, his fingertip traced the curve of my cheek, slow and deliberate, the warmth of his touch seeping into my skin. I tensed, but he didn’t stop. His touch traveled down to my jaw, then lower, brushing against my throat. My pulse quickened beneath his fingertips.I swallowed hard.He shifted closer, his fingers sweeping my hair over one shoulder, expo

My fingers trailed to the back of his neck, gripping him tighter as I pulled him closer. His touch was relentless, his hand slipping between my thighs once more, fingers teasing, exploring. His lips never left mine, so deep, hungry, and demanding. Each kiss melted away my resistance, coaxing me to surrender and crave more. I finally broke away from his kiss as he slipped a finger inside me. “Ah!” A short moan escaped my lips. At first, I felt a sharp twinge of pain, but as he slowly began to move his hand, the discomfort gave way to a burgeoning pleasure. The fear that had been clinging to me began to recede, washed away by the wave of sensation. “Mmm, you like this, don't you? Tell me how good it feels.” He huskily asked me while moving. I just nodded. He inserted another one. “F-Fúck...” I cursed and grabbed his hand, trying to stop him from going in deeper. It's too deep and makes me weak. Even with just two fingers, he filled me. The pleasure was overwhelming. Those big fi

Warning: Dubious content **Snow's POV** I woke to the enticing aroma of food cooking in the kitchen. My eyes scanned the room, finally landing on my hands. I remembered falling asleep while still tied up, but I was grateful though not surprised that Demetri had released me. I sat up slowly, the sheet draped loosely over my naked body. Rising from the bed, I reached for the white robe hanging in the closet and quickly slipped it on. Feeling sticky and unclean, I decided to take a shower. Upon entering the bathroom, I noticed there was no feminine soap, so without hesitation, I used Demetri's soap and shampoo. After cleansing myself, I stood in front of the mirror and grabbed the lone toothbrush, using it without a second thought. Once I had changed into fresh clothes, I went downstairs. A glance at the digital clock told me it was already two in the afternoon. I had missed lunch. I made my way to the kitchen, where Demetri was cooking, shirtless, with only an apron on. His