บททั้งหมดของ HIS: The Mafia King's Property: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Marco’s POV “What the fuck?” Words eluded me at the comic sight of Elara. Bashing my expectations of her in a sexy skimpy night wear or preferably nothing, she is dressed like a cow… An actual breastfeeding cow! First, the thick length of a hoodie crept to her palms, before she got in the balloon cow costume with swollen breasts and four pink nipples. Unable to hold back, Sofia burst into laughter, rocking her head against my arms. I thought she was too pissed off to care, but she showed up minutes later to rant and cuss, and a sweetheart, let it slide. “Have you lost it?” Her face was the only thing spared. Still, a pink hat hovered at the back of her neck. “You said I could get whatever I needed…” “You call this a fucking need?” I clenched my fingers and sighed. “And Francesca allowed this madness?”She startled and laced the fabric around her fingers, anxious. “She kicked against it.”For a moment, I paused, lacking the right words. My muscles tensed beneath the thick layers

Elara's POV ‘Who are the Contis? What goes behind closed doors in this mansion?’ My eyes scanned from Sofia to the vacant seat beside her where Marco should be seated. Francesca dished pancakes on our plates before running honey syrup all over, causing it to drizzle down. She added a bowl of berries and slices of apples to each of our trays before a mug of warm coffee. “I'll do the rest.” I stopped her from adding sugar and milk to my mug. She was already used to serving the family, so she knew the exact scoops of each additive. She bowed subtly and walked out of the dining area while I served myself. It was just 7 AM. The family had a tradition of meeting at the table early. I left Marco in the room as he was busy on a phone call that had somehow lasted from last night. I couldn't help but wonder if everything was okay. And just maybe this would be the end of him and the start of my freedom. Violet, on the other hand, was having her beauty sleep, innocent and unbothered. “All

Elara’s POVI flagged down the first taxi and hopped in. I repeated Evelyn's address and impatiently tapped my feet in the car. Once we arrived, I rushed out, half-running down the cleared pathway. I felt overwhelmed by nostalgia. I had lived in the downtown part of town for years and nursed my baby there, which was a far cry from Marco's luxurious life. “Lily!” She dropped the shovel and scissors and ran towards us, arms wide open. “Oh, my darling.” She hugged us warmly, rocking our bodies in the warm embrace. “I've missed you and my baby so much.” “We've missed you more.” I sighed, inhaling her sweet fragrance and reliving every moment we shared. “I don't know how much time I have left.” My lips trembled. She pulled away, her face taking a frown. “Come on, let's go in.” We had mac and cheese and a glass of chilled milkshake. Violet ate to her fill and danced around Aunt Evelyn, happy to see her. “Sweetie, can you excuse your aunt and me for a minute?” “A minute?” She stretche

Elara's POV ‘Chaos. Danger. Wrath… Hopefully, I wouldn't burn with it.’Beads of water streaked down my skin, soaking through my dark green night dress. It caused the fabric to smack against my breasts, revealing the tender curves of my firm breasts, voluptuous as a watermelon, with nipples hardened from buried desires. I let my hair fall over my shoulders, dripping water on me the more. When I walked into the room, Marco was already in. Bare-chested, his tall frame stood firm in the middle of the room, he groaned in the phone. His hand dug into his hair. Our eyes locked. For a minute, he went mute, hungry hazel eyes trailed down my frame and watched me with lustful delight. Something flickered in his eyes before it disappeared. Admiration? Mere want? “... yeah. Send it right away.” He resumed mumbling in the phone. Still, his eyes didn't peel off my sexiness for a second. I felt naked, totally naked, feeling his eyes strip off every fabric from my body. My throat bulged when

Marco's POV Berries and tinge of champagne… The sweet blend of Elara’s lips lingered as I tasted it like her lips were still on mine. After the long kiss, she got extremely mad at me, like she didn't enjoy it when the whole time, she smeared me to herself and bit my lips from the pent-up desire. She spent the night with her daughter. “Hmm…” A low groan escaped my throat, and I inhaled deeply, hating my action as I pulled in the cold running water. Standing beneath the icy shower for what seemed like forever, I let it drain my tensed emotions and muscles. With it barely soothing my erection, I slammed it off and walked out of the bathroom, stark naked. My cell phone chimed with a text. No minute went without me working around the clock. I heaved a sigh of relief on seeing it was Madre. ‘Your breakfast is getting cold, mio Tesoro.’ My lips curled with a warm smile. She had made it clear countless times that I was her little boy, no matter how much I aged. Randomly settling for a