Semua Bab The Possessive Mafia King (English): Bab 61 - Bab 70

My eyes were puffy when I finally sat up from the bed. I could still feel the dull sting on my cheek. With a sigh, I stood and headed straight to the bathroom to wash my face, hoping the cold water would calm the heat of both my skin and my emotions. I stared at myself in the mirror, my reflection silent but heavy with frustration. Damn, that devil... Just thinking about what he did makes my chest tighten with anger. No matter how much I try to shake it off, the rage keeps rising back to the surface. I decided to step out of the room. It was oddly quiet. I had a feeling Demetri might’ve gone out again and left me here like he always does. As I made my way downstairs, I heard faint sounds coming from the kitchen. I peeked inside and saw a woman cooking, it was Demetria. She looked focused and at ease. Cooking must really run in their family. She turned to me with a smile when she noticed I was watching her. “Oh, you’re awake,” she said kindly. I instinctively stepped forward to ch

"Have you eaten?" she asked, trying to change the topic. "Not yet," he replied. She stood up to prepare him some dinner. "Demetria taught me how to cook," she offered, closing the fallboard gently. "You didn’t break anything?" he teased, chuckling at her reaction. She rolled her eyes in response. "I want to taste it," he said cheerfully, following her into the dining area. He immediately took a seat at the table while she went to get a plate and utensils for him. When she turned around, she was shocked to see him already tasting one of the dishes under the lid of the food she had cooked. Her eyes darted to the refrigerator, where she had placed the final dish she had actually intended to serve. She still needed to microwave it, but it was clear her husband was already starving. She had cooked two dishes, but neither turned out great. Even Demetria had been too scared to taste her cooking earlier, convinced it might upset her stomach or worse. "Hmmm. I-It tastes good," he sai

His hands were all over my tits, kneading and groping them like he couldn’t get enough, squeezing the soft flesh until I squirmed. I pulled back from his lips, throwing my head back with a groan as he latched onto one of my nipples with his hot, wet mouth, devouring it like a starved bastard. He sucked on my breast like a thirsty little shit, slurping and tugging at my nipple with his lips and teeth, sending filthy jolts of pleasure ripping through me. My hand twisted into my own hair, yanking at it as the sensation worshipped every damn inch of my body, making me tremble and drip for him. We stayed like that for a while, his filthy mouth switching between my tits, sucking one then the other, leaving them wet and throbbing, while his fingers teased my dripping cúnt, brushing my slit like a cruel fvcking promise. I gasped, a sharp, needy sound, when he shoved one thick finger right up inside my tight pússy, stretching me open. He moved slo

I left the penthouse with one of my men. Bought her the most expensive phone. Chose the exact color she liked, down to the tiniest detail. I added a pair of luxury earrings, not just for her but for her mother and sister too. And I planned to let her hand those gifts to them herself. It would feel like freedom. But every step was still under my control. When I returned. I walked to our bedroom and opened the door slowly. The room was dim and still. She was curled beneath the covers. Peaceful… but there was sadness there too, clinging to her even in sleep. “D-Demetri…” she whispered in her dreams. My brows furrowed. A tear escaped from the corner of her eye. Even asleep, she was haunted. Was I in that dream? I lowered myself beside her and gently kissed her temple. Her eyes fluttered open. “Demetri…” “Yes, wifey,” I said softly. “You’re awake. You haven’t eaten lunch.” She smiled weakly. Stretched her arms, and yawned. I helped her sit up. She noticed the paper bag beside

Demetri stood alone in the garden, a cigarette resting between his fingers as he stared into the distance, deep in thought. The afternoon air was still, heavy with the tension he couldn’t shake off. Marcus approached quietly, his hands buried in his pockets. He stopped a few feet away before speaking. “That night… I sinned against her,” Marcus began, his voice low. He pulled out a cigarette of his own, lit it with a flick of his lighter, and exhaled slowly before continuing. “Maybe that’s why she didn’t show up. Maybe she saw me, cheating with Feurene and changed her mind.” Demetri remained silent, his expression unreadable. “But that doesn’t mean you had the right to take her from me,” Marcus added, voice sharpening. Demetri finally turned his head to look at Marcus. It was clear now and confirmed. Marcus seemed to know the truth. He knew that Snow was with him. Demetri's expression hardened, his voice calm but sharp as he repeated Marcus’s earlier words. “What I did felt l