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Chapter 10 : Adrian Valente
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2026-03-02 21:43:51
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Bound To The Mafia King Chapter 55 | Falling For Her Captor
GraceHis lips crashed against mine, devouring, claiming, and I whimpered into the kiss as it deepened. The world narrowed to the heat of his mouth, the possessive slide of his tongue pushing past my lips, sucking and tasting every inch of me like he was starving for my very soul. I gasped, the sound swallowed by him and my body arched against his bare chest despite every warning screaming in my head. My fingers curled into his collar, gripping the fabric so tightly my knuckles whitened. I wanted to shove him away- needed to…..but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. Not really. Not when his kiss set every nerve on fire and made the ache between my thighs pulse with shameful need.His hand slid down my bare thigh, nails tracing lightly over sensitive skin, sending electric shivers racing through me. I trembled violently, a broken whimper escaping as my legs parted wider around his hips without my permission. The cold marble beneath me was a stark contrast to the scorching heat of his bod
Bound To The Mafia King Chapter 54 | Giving In Her Defiance
GraceHis eyes were pure midnight. No light, no mercy- just a blackened, burning gaze that pinned me in place like a butterfly under glass. My heart slammed against my ribs so violently I could hear the frantic thud in my ears. Palms slick with sweat, throat parched and every survival instinct screamed at me to run even though there was nowhere left to go. I had pushed him too far. God, I should never have done that.The dead maid on the carpet was the proof. The shattered phone. The blood on his knuckles. The way he’d whispered “Let’s see how you escape me now” like a vow carved in stone.I gulped, moving one shaky step back. My eyes trembled, a lump rising thick in my throat, drowning in regret and guilt- until he moved.Adrian slid the blood-streaked shirt off his shoulders in one slow, deliberate motion. The fabric whispered to the floor, revealing the sculpted chest I’d once clawed in a nightclub haze and now wanted to hide from forever. Inked skin stretched tight over hard mus
Bound To The Mafia King Chapter 53 | Over My Dead Body
GraceThe closet smelled of cedar and expensive leather, suffocating, like the house itself was trying to swallow me whole.I was curled into the tiniest cupboard at the very back of Adrian’s walk-in wardrobe, knees to chest and spine pressed against rows of polished shoes that probably cost more than my entire life. My breath came in shallow, terrified puffs. I had to stay silent. I had to disappear. In my shaking fingers was a maid’s phone, an old model I’d palmed from Maria’s apron pocket when she’d bent to pick up the shattered tray I’d thrown. The screen glowed faintly in the darkness, casting ghostly light over my tear-streaked face. Footsteps echoed outside. Voices, rapid Italian.“She can’t have gone far!”“Check the balconies again!”“Signore will kill us if we don’t find her!”I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood. They wouldn’t look here. No one would think to crawl into this cramped little space barely big enough for a child. I was safe. For now.My thumb flew over t
Bound To The Mafia King Chapter 52 | She Is Gone
AdrianThe study smelled of leather, gun oil, and the rage I was barely keeping leashed.Nicholas and Dante stood across from my desk with their arms folded, their expressions carefully neutral in that infuriating way that always made them look like they knew something I didn’t. The Russians’ message lay open between us, the paper still flecked with dried blood.They wanted Grace.My wife.The woman I had bought, broken, and married in the span of days. The one whose fire made my blood burn hotter than any war ever could. I stared at the bloody letter they had sent. The words were clear: Trade the girl or the war escalates. We want Grace Valente.My fingers curled around the glass of whiskey so hard the crystal groaned in protest. Nicholas broke the silence first. “They swear no permanent harm. Just a bargaining chip to end the feud.”I didn’t answer. Just drained the whiskey in one burning swallow, the liquid doing nothing to cool the inferno raging inside me.Dante exhaled through
Bound To The Mafia King Chapter 51 | A Threat
AdrianThe room was a cage disguised as luxury. Silk sheets that mocked my freedom. Crystal lamps that lit up my despair like spotlights on a prisoner. I paced like a trapped animal, chest heaving, fists clenched until my nails bit into my palms, drawing tiny crescents of pain that grounded me.How did it come to this? One stupid night in a club, one moment of weakness, and now I was the “wife” - no, the WIFE- of Adrian Valente, the mafia king who thought he could own me like a pretty trinket on his shelf.Rage boiled over. I screamed, raw and furious, grabbing a porcelain vase from the nightstand and hurling it at the wall. It shattered with a satisfying crash, shards scattering like my broken life.“I won’t stay here!” I yelled to no one, voice echoing off the high ceilings. “I won’t let you control me!”Another lamp crashed. A heavy book from the shelf thudded against the door. I wanted to escape. I would escape. My uncle had run previously , hadn’t he? Disappeared into the shadow
Bound To The Mafia King Chapter 50 | Poisoned Vows
AdrianI woke up slowly, my body heavy and my mind foggy from the fever and the injection. The room was dimly lit, morning light filtering through heavy curtains. The first thing I felt was his gaze.Adrian was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with those dark, obsessive eyes that never seemed to blink. He looked like he hadn’t slept at all- shirt unbuttoned, hair messy, but still radiating that dangerous, powerful energy. The intensity of his stare made my skin prickle. I tried to pull away instinctively, scooting back against the pillows, but the movement made my head throb.“Don’t,” I whispered, voice hoarse. “Stay away from me.”His lips curved into that familiar, predatory smirk. “Good morning, wife. You look beautiful even when you’re trying to run from me in your sleep.”I glared at him, defiance rising through the exhaustion. “I’m not your wife. This marriage is a joke. A forced nightmare. I want nothing from you.”He chuckled lowly, the sound sending unwanted shive
Bound To The Mafia King Chapter 3 : Forbidden Touch
AUTHOR The air in Club thickened the moment Adrian Valente’s lips left Grace’s. Everyone was in shock and what Adrian Valente had said, sent shivers down their spines. “ You just made the biggest mistake of your life, Grace. “ Enough. Kristy finally found her spine. “Enough, Grace- you’re drunk,
Bound To The Mafia King Chapter 2 : The Devil Follows
Grace My heart skipped a beat and my pulse throbbed under his touch but I frowned the second his fingers closed around my wrist. It was warm and strong. Too strong.Like he could snap bone if he wanted to, but right now he was just… holding.I blinked up at him. My brain fuzzy from tequila and emb
Bound To The Mafia King Chapter 1 : The Devil’s Gaze
Grace “Oh my God, girls, it’s been forever since we did this!” Stella squealed and clinked her strawberry margarita against mine so hard pink liquid dropped over the rim. “No boyfriends, no drama, no curfews, just us, tequila, and terrible decisions.”Laila leaned back in the booth and twirled a s
Bound To The Mafia King Chapter 19 | Submitting Him?
GraceI stepped out of the bedroom, the steam from my bath still clinging to my skin like a lover's breath. My pink sweater hugged my damp curves, soft and fuzzy against my freshly scrubbed body, and the black leggings clung to my thighs and ass like a second skin, still warm from the hot water. M
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